What do you think will happen if Batman!Bruce, Owlman!Thomas Wayne Jr and Batman!Thomas Wayne (are there other versions of Thomas Wayne aside just his civie? Similar to batman!Thomas?)
Bonus if the Dick Grayson is in one corner, along with Earth-3!Dick Grayson (and a version of Dick if Batman!Thomas or a version of TW has one) just watching
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Of course Thomas Wayne has his very own Dick Grayson! It's canon for every batman to have a Dick Grayson! He actually dies to save his Dick which means a lot because Thomas Wayne!Batman is a cold, callous Batman who cares about nothing besides his own family.
Convergence Issue #4
"Your Batman. He died protecting you. Or trying to. The bond between you and Bruce Wayne echoes in every reality."
-And that's coming from a multiuniversal artificially forged god.
But putting the three version of Batman in a room together? Chaos. Pure and absolute chaos. First between the three of them, Thomas Wayne Jr would immediately try to kill Bruce. No doubt it's kill at first sight and Bruce after the Forever Evil crisis would try to punch the life out of his alternate world brother. Now Thomas Sr actually gives a damn about his family so he would punch both of his sons and talk to them about how they're family without sounding lovey-dovey because he's a hardened old man.
About Dick though, Thomas Jr would never forgive Bruce. He would think Bruce doesn't appreciate Dick enough, and he's wasting Dick's talents. His heart would eat itself out with jealousy and hatred that Bruce's Dick is still alive and healthy but his gone. Bruce, who has nearly lost his son and was perfectly willing to let the world die if it meant getting Dick out of that death trap in forever evil, is not going to take such an insult lying down. He would boast about how Dick is the best person he knows and throw the fact that his Dick is still alive back into Owlman's face which would enrage him even more.
Thomas Sr is quietly watching all of this unfold, occasionally making derogatory comments about how his two sons should be working together, not breaking up the family for Grayson to which Thomas Jr would reply that he is perfectly willing to take his father's version of his counterpart off his hands. Now his father would be dragged fists first into the fight cause - hey. Dick's his family now too. And the man's possessive over his only remaining family.
The three Dicks are standing in the corner just watching all this play out. Bruce's would crack jokes and express concerns about everything that's happening while Owlman's would snort and make some demeaning comment. Probably towards Owlman depending on if he's been revived. Thomas Sr's is the oldest and would worry about how the heck this all happened and how his pair was going to get back and "hey, can I drive the Batmobile now?"
That question would set of a series of complaints from the other two and the Dicks would just bond over how terrible their Batman/Owlman is.
"Can you believe it? He told me I had to choose between him and the Titans!" and "You think that's bad?! Mine killed my parents to get to me!" and "Seriously? At least the worst mine did was tell me to sit down and not touch anything. Like I was some kind of sidekick. The nerve of that grumpy old man."
"Wait, yours too?!"
"Wait, yours too?!"
This whole thing becomes international news and then a crisis when Nighwing!Dick uploads a cute selfie of the three of them holding ice cream which people find cute and swoon over before they notice that in the background there's a blurred out version of two batmen? and a feathery guy? The media instantly picks up on it cause Nightwing posting anything is a Big Deal especially since he never posts stuff and because he's so popular. The hero community finds out and it's instant panic mode because Forever Evil pt.2?! The Batfamily and Titans are zipping back to Gotham faster than a speedster because WTF DICK? HELLO, TALON AND OWLMAN ALERT?! AND YOU DECIDED TO NOTIFY US THROUGH A SELFIE?
Bruce, Thomas Jr, and Thomas Sr are blissfully unaware of the avalanche of conspiracy theories, government actions, and the 50 different rescue ops by heroes that their counterparts have accidentally unleashed with their single internet selfie. They're too busy punching others' lights out while the people who started the international crisis peacefully enjoy their triple scoop chocolate chip, birthday cake, cookie dough ice cream with chocolate drizzle, extra sprinkles, and a cherry on top.
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Silk Hiding Steel
Can be read on ao3 here.
Damian Wayne learns about his maternal grandmother through his father’s legacy.
It was through tragedy, as most legacies wont to have. A punk with a gun, a set of clumsy fingers desperate to hold a heavy wallet and a hunger in his eyes for the shiny pearls around her neck.
Gothamites know Martha Wayne as the wife of Thomas Wayne, poor Bruce Wayne’s loving mother who was ripped from his side too soon.
Damian had roughly the same image of her.
Until he didn’t.
It started with a switchblade.
Since young, Damian was gifted with more weapons than toys. Some children wanted Nerf guns; his mother gave him a crossbow. Some children smacked each other with toy lightsabers; he nursed knuckles bruised by a bokken. Some children desired a puppy; Damian got Goliath, then Alfred (the cat), Titus and Bat-Cow.
His father, despite his many misgivings towards his upbringing with the League, saw no problem in resuming this particular tradition of gift-giving. In fact, many of his siblings boasted weapons gifted to them in similar fashion.
Thus, the first weapon he gifted him was a switchblade. The blade was sharp and its mother of pearl handle was as exquisite as it was cold against his skin. It reminded him of an angel, embodying beauty and death in one.
“It’s beautiful.” He said, noting how perfectly balanced it weighed in his hand.
“It was my mother’s.” baba said wistfully.
Damian froze.
“This belonged to grandmother?” he asked.
“It’s a Kane heirloom.” baba replied.
Damian stared at the switchblade, perplexed. He knows that Thomas Wayne owns an extensive collection of scalpels. However, the thought of sweet Martha Wayne’s hands touching such a deadly weapon seemed like blasphemy.
………was it?
His ignorance buzzed around his conscience like a persistent mosquito.
Who was Martha Wayne, really?
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He finally verbalizes the question when he’s aiding Pennyworth in the gardens (the same garden Martha cared for, the same one with the blueberries a young Bruce would eat until he was sick).
“Tell me about my grandmother.”
The words were blunt but the tone was soft. Though he was looking away from Alfred, the old man could practically taste the curiosity.
Thus, being the loyal butler that he is, he complies.
Damian learns more about his grandmother in that evening than he does his whole life.
He learns that Martha Wayne liked rock music. Bets that she would’ve adored his father’s Nirvana collection just as much as he does if she had the chance.
He learns that she hates cooking. Learns that she couldn’t sew to save her life but easily learned how to suture a wound under Thomas and Alfred’s guidance.
He learns that she didn’t need to garner attention to know that she already had the life of a party in her bones because she danced best when there was no music.
He learns that her favourite colour was sugar white.
The same colour as the switchblade Damian’s taken to carrying with him at all times. The same colour as the pearls that became Martha Wayne’s noose.
That night, Damian turns the switchblade over in his hand, its handle feeling just a bit warmer against his palm.
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“You’re just like her, y’know.”
Damian blinked, looking up to see his uncle staring at him. The wistfulness in his eyes was a mirror of baba’s, the clarity of it piercing through the cigarette smoke spilling past chapped lips.
Damian’s head inclined ever so slightly in silent question.
“Your grandmother. Your hands are like hers.” TJ explained.
Now that was a new and completely unexpected (compliment?) comparison. Many have commented that he had his mother’s eyes, his father’s jawline, either of their competence or determination; not once have they drawn parallels to him and his paternal grandmother.
(He finds himself preening a bit at that; that Ra’s is no longer the only grandparent to compare himself to.)
“What makes you say that?” he asked.
A cigarette is stomped underneath boots that’ve seen better days so his hands are free to pull a switchblade out of his jacket.
Its handle was black mother of pearl, reminding the youngest Wayne of ink. But it’s just as elegant and small in TJ’s calloused hands as it is in Damian’s.
“All those assholes could do was ogle at the silk she wore, so caught up in betting on when her pearls turned into her noose that they never noticed the knives she had underneath.” TJ explained, deftly flipping the blade.
“Did she ever use them?” Damian asked, morbidly fascinated.
“Kid, some girls had dolls, Kane women had knives. Neither of these came from dear old dad.” TJ snorted. “People always fret that killers can pretend to be kind, they forgot it went both ways.”
Because even gentle hands can learn to hurt others. Hands like his baba’s, like his siblings, like his. Hands like Martha Kane’s Wayne’s, apparently.
“What would she say if she could see me now?”
Damian winced at the childish weakness lacing each of those words.
But TJ, an imperfect reflection of his grandfather’s face with his grandmother’s eyes and a mouth as foul as the worst dumpster in the Narrows, gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze. The tenderness in his eyes is alien to others because it spoke of a home he can no longer return to.
“She would’ve adored you to that Metropolis boy scout’s rock and back, kid. Would've somehow spoiled you fucking rotten more than you already are.” He replied.
“Tell me about her.” Damian demands once more.
TJ lights another cigarette and though Damian abhors the smell of it, he listens to every smoky word with rapt attention.
He learns that Martha Wayne’s smile is at its sweetest when she’s cursing an ignorant condescending asshole in wine-smooth Italian.
He learns that she enjoyed greasy food, much to Alfred’s chagrin.
He learns that she’d smoke the same cheap brand of cigarettes as his uncle, much to her husband’s chagrin.
He learns that she’s the one to help Thomas clean the blood out of his fingernails and press an ice pack against the bruise he got from defending a harassed working girl.
He learns that she not only enables but participates in Bruce’s habit of bringing home injured strays to nurse back to health.
He learns that she was never a pure angel. No, she was more than that.
She was the heart of the family, one of many hearts in Gotham’s vessel. She was a bloody organ beating life through the body of a scarred entity too large for her.
He learns that she was strong (perhaps the strongest of them all) because she chose to be kind and gentle and loving despite being capable of cruelty and hatred. Because even Martha Wayne was only human.
A/N: Hi, don’t mind me, just vomiting this out after binge reading @bruciemilf posts about Thomas Junior, Martha, the Kanes/Waynes in gen & their ao3 fic ‘Cain Instinct’. So huge thanks to bruciemilf for once again inspiring me.
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I just finished Forever Evil and I think it’s insane how this man who even though is a parallel for Batman is still not Bruce and yet he shares the same codependency to his Dick, just like Bruce is lmao 😂 I’m starting to think that Damian is the only Wayne who have a healthy relationship with Dick, and that’s because it’s Dick himself who mentors & takes care of him 😂
YES YES YES!!!
I'm so glad you noticed!!
Dick isn't just made for Bruce okay, he was made for the Wayne family.
Like this is actually canon!!
Telos - the AI who was the one who used his powers to cause the convergence of the multiverses in Convergence - says this
Convergence Issue #4
"Your Batman. He died protecting you. Or trying to. The bond between you and Bruce Wayne echoes in every reality."
And he's right. Well, almost.
Convergence Issue #4
THOMAS WAYNE LITERALLY WENT FROM "I don't care if you die" to "I'M BLOWING MYSELF UP TO SAVE YOU. I DON'T CARE WHAT YOUR LAST NAME IS, IT'S WAYNE NOW BISH" in two seconds flat.
Convergence Issue #2
And the thing is Bruce's dad and Dick didn't even know each other until like an hour ago but instantly Thomas Wayne was taken by him.
Ofcourse you have Bruce's brother too who also loves Dick
Justice League (2011) Issue #25
"In another world, you called me the brother you never had. And you were the brother I always hoped for."
Which is a pretty big thing given what he did to Bruce:
Justice League (2011) Issue #25
But does it end there? Is Thomas Wayne Jr's twisted desire to have Dick by his side again the finale of the show? NO BECAUSE IT ISN'T EVEN THE CLIMAX
He murdered Dick's parents just so he could have Dick bond with him. He crossed to a whole another world because he was driven mad with grief at not having Dick by his side
Justice League (2011) Issue #25
You know what this means? If Bruce hadn't reached Dick in time, then Dick would be Talon on Owlman's earth again. His intent here isn't just fixing his earth as he claims to Dick. No, his real intent is the unspoken thoughts in the Owlman text.
But you know what's kinda freaky? Bruce on another world has done the exact same thing as Owlman. Owlman has watched Dick for a long time and then killed Dick's parents. This Bruce Wayne didn't kill Dick's parents but -
The All Star Batman and Robin, the Boy Wonder Issue #1
"Yeah, I've had my eye on him for awhile."
Bruce, can you make it sound any creepier and stalkery?
Aside from the general creepiness of observing Dick, they do have the same codependency issues. Now that you bring it up, Thomas Wayne Jr's mental state relied on Dick's happiness and exitence and Bruce's does too -
Detective Comics (2016) Issue #1074
When Bruce gets possessed by a demon, in the safety of his mind, he goes back to two memories he cherishes dearly, two memories where he uses as pillars of strength his dad and the Dick.
When Dick is killed by the monster in his mind, the light in Bruce's head literally goes out. He then goes to the worst place and time in his mind - his parents' death. I seriously cannot overstate the importance of Dick to him.
He and Dick are connected in every universe.
Damian undoubtedly has the healthiest codependency relationship with Dick. Unlike Thomas who died for him, Thomas Wayne Jr who killed for him, Bruce who lives off him, Damian needs him in a way that doesn't drive Dick crazy lol. For now.
In the future if Dick dies though,
Batman (1940) Issue #666
So....
the entire Wayne family's kinda crazy about Dick.
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