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De-aged Bruce being stuck that way for long enough that he slowly has to become used to these strange people in his house who are scary and weird. I think the person he’d actually end up the least scared of in those first few months is damian, because he’s also just a kid and is babied by Alfred in a similar way he is. Of course it takes a long time and is really hard and there’s a lot of bad moments, but I think damian would think about how dick took care of him when he was new to the family and would try to be something similar for Bruce- trying to be like a big brother to his own dad. Maybe they start bonding because of all the pets in the house and Bruce is scared to get to close to them and “mess up”, but he’s so curious about them. Especially the dogs. And damian is constantly taking care of them and he hears damian talking to them all the time and he seems to be good friends with all the pets so eventually he works up the courage to ask damian the dogs names and things begin from there.

I love this! It’s so cute. Damien taking care of young Bruce is so sweet. I was going to write a pt.2 to my original post but with all the things I would want in it, it’ll basically turn into a fic and I don’t possess the writing ability or the patience to write all of that so here are points I would’ve put into it if I had written it.

If someone wants to write a pt.2 be my guest and tag me. ◡̈

- The kids hearing Bruce wake up screaming from nightmares and Alfred going to get him. They all step out of their rooms but Alfred tells them not to go in.

- Seeing Bruce’s severe panic attacks

- Seeing him sitting with nothing behind his eyes and Alfred having to feed him because he just doesn’t move sometimes

- Bruce sleeping with Alfred in the butler’s quarters because his room is what he remembers to be his parents room

- Towards the end of Bruce being de-aged (he stays a child for a long while) he trust the kids a little more. Not enough to speak or anything drastic but enough to be able to come out from behind Alfred’s legs. He’s still holding onto his pants, but he’ll look at them. And that shows so much.

Also here’s the link to the original ’De-aged Bruce’ post for ppl who haven’t read it yet:

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I know, why I hate Superbat.

Batstans just can't stop shitting on Superman.

I gonna take a guess and say you are talking about my last post.. which is literally the only time I’ve ever “shitted” on Clark…

If you had taken 3 seconds to look in the comments you would see that I wanted someone to come up with an alternate ending..

Or if you clicked on my profile you would see that ALL of my other post a with Clark paint him in a good light..

If you don’t like Superbat, that’s your prerogative. But don’t shit on my parade cuz you have a stick shoved up your ass about something as insignificant as superbat and how I portray Clark… 

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The rain hits Gotham hard one evening; steady, cold, and unrelenting. Patrol is canceled, the whole manor smells like wet pavement, hot cocoa, and pine scented candles that Bruce lit earlier without thinking.

He's curled up on the living room couch, a thick blanket around his shoulders, glasses on as he reads one of his old case journals. It’s the first real quiet evening they've had in weeks.

Jason is the first to drift in, hair damp and hoodie still clinging to his frame. He does't say anything, just slumps down at Bruce's feet and rests his head against his knee.

Then Tim appears with a mug of hot tea (his hands shaking just a little from caffeine withdrawal) and silently hands it to Bruce before settling on the other side, knees touching Bruce's hip.

Dick's next, coming in from the kitchen with a bowl of snacks he doesn’t share, he wedges himself right behind Bruce, arms wrapped gently around Bruce's middle, chin resting on his shoulder like he’s still ten years old.

Damian pads in last, barefoot and quiet, with a book he doesn't read. He curls up on the rug beside Bruce’s feet, head tilted toward his father’s thigh, sharp eyes scanning for signs of stress or tension in his parent.

For a while, no one speaks, then Bruce shifts slightly, pulling the blanket to cover Tim's lap and Jason's shoulders. It’s such a small thing, but it sets something off in all of them. Dick tightens his hold. Tim relaxes completely for the first time that day. Jason tilts his head, catching Bruce's scent, and sighs deeply.

Damian, voice soft: "Your scent is stable today".

Bruce: *smiles faintly, closing his journal* "It's because you're all here".

Jason: *gruff, looking away and murmuring* "We're not going anywhere".

Tim: *quietly* "Not when you nest like this".

Dick: *presses closer* "You were always our center. Even before any of us presented".

Bruce: *touched, speaking softly* "And you’ve always made this house feel like home".

They stay like that for hours. A warm, protective pack, wrapped around the only omega who’s ever mattered to them.

(To be honest, in my omegaverse au they're more codependent in each other, like, the bonds they have as a family is more deeper but at the same time it leads to an extremely possesive behaviour towards their father thanks to their instincts)

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I keep having this idea for a superbat fic, and it’s gonna kill me if I don’t get it out of my head… fair warning tho.. I’m sorry

Bruce and Clark have been together for a decade, this year will be there 11th. Bruce is finally.. finally happy. He got the man of his dreams, the one thing he never thought he would get in his life. A partner, a lover, a soulmate. Clark is the sun to his moon, though he would never tell him that to his face. He’d never live it down. His kids are Clark’s, and Clark’s kids are his. Everything is perfect, Bruce wouldn’t change a thing.

Except..

Clark has been distant lately. Coming home late, forgetting and canceling dates. But the worst one is that.. Clark has been lying to him. Bruce has gotten over needing to know everything about Clark’s day. He doesn’t need to know where he is at all times, or who he’s hanging out with. Plus the only people Clark hangs out with are people Bruce knows. Jimmy, Lois, the Justice League, and his mother.

Nothing is out of the ordinary… Clark is still loving, and attentive, and affectionate with Bruce. It just feels.. different, like Clark is lying. It’s nothing that anybody but Bruce would pick up on. So small that even he wouldn’t pick up on it if it didn't feel wrong.. so what’s the problem? He’s not hanging with anyone new, and Bruce is so sure that he didn’t do anything, so why… why is Clark pulling away from him?

He wakes up one night with a voice in the back of his head telling him to go through Clark’s phone. He tries to fight it, for hours he lies there; Clark asleep next to him, with a strong pull to just look through it.

He doesn’t… He’s not going to be that person, he’s stopped invading peoples privacy a long time ago. He doesn’t want to break that now. So he goes back to sleep. Pulling Clark closer with his stomach in knots.

He goes on like that for a long while because he can’t prove that anything is wrong.

Until he does..

It’s on a random weekday when it happens. Bruce decides instead of letting Clark cancel on their regular lunch date. He was going to go to the Planet and surprise him with lunch instead. He even went out of his way to get the fancy drinks that Clark likes that he doesn’t let himself have very often because Clark says he’ll get addicted to them if he has them to often.

He’s proud of himself for doing something Clark will think is romantic even if he thinks it’s cheesy. When he walks in the planet he’s greeted by a few people, says quick hellos. Walking up to Clark’s desk and seeing he’s not there. So he sets up there lunch and goes to look for him. He’s not in the conference room, nor is he in a meeting so where did he go?

He goes to check the roof. The door is cracked when he makes it up the stairs, and he sees it.. the reason he felt like Clark has been pulling away, and the reason he couldn’t figure out why…

It’s Lois.. A person he called a friend. A person he trusted. A confidant… This woman who told Bruce to his face that he was being crazy and paranoid when he brought up the fact that he felt like something was wrong with his relationship..

Lois has her arms around Clark’s neck, Clark’s arms wrapped around her waist and they’re kissing.. they’re kissing like they didn’t break up over 10 years ago… when.. why… how… Bruce doesn’t even say anything he just leaves. Leaves as quickly and as quietly as he can.

When he makes it back to the manor… their home. He just sits in the living room. He doesn’t move, he doesn’t speak to Alfred or to his kids who greet him when they come home. He only comes to, hours later when it’s night out and Clark comes home, a weary look on his face, like he knows he’s been caught.

Clark sees him before he goes up to their room.. their room.. where they made love, where Clark promised him that he would love him and cherish him for the rest of his life, where Bruce brought his walls down for him to see everything that Bruce wants to hide away, where-

“Bruce..”

Bruce looks up to see Clark looking at him with a terrified look on his face.

“Want to tell me what you did today.” Bruce asks, looking straight into Clark’s eyes,no emotion in his voice. Clark takes a step closer to him. “Bruce just let me-“

“NO! TELL ME WHAT YOU DID TODAY CLARK!” Bruce screams at him, looking at Clark with such anger, and disgust. “TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK YOU DID TODAY, AND DON’T LIE TO ME! SO HELP ME GOD IF YOU LIE TO ME-“

Bruce’s screaming makes all the occupants in the manor come rushing out, and everyone just decided to be home today.. wonderful.

“Bruce if you just let me explain..” Clark tries

“Explain what exactly!?” he takes steps closer to Clark as he talks. “That you’ve been lying to me for months!, How you’ve been forgetting and canceling dates!?, How you’ve been CHEATING ON ME!” he screams the last part. Everyone is silent after that, too shocked to speak.

“Bruce..” Clark starts with tears in his eyes.

“NO!” Bruce shoves Clark back. “YOU DON’T GET TO CRY! YOU DON’T GET TO USE THAT AGAINST ME, YOU CHEATED ON ME!” Bruce gets more hysterical as tears fall down his face. “You promised me…” Bruce whispers, “You promised you would never hurt me… that you would never do anything to hurt me like this.. and yet of all people you could’ve chosen to-“ he stutters on a inhale. “Why Lois.. why her..” he says with such distain, like the words taste bad in his mouth.

Clark doesn’t say anything, too long for Bruce’s liking.. “WHY!” He screams in Clark’s face this time. Clark still doesn’t say anything, mouth agape, opening and closing continuously like he’s trying to find the right words to say. But there are no right words, he can’t defend himself. “Am I a joke to you?.. Does the fact that we’ve been together for a decade mean nothing to you!” Bruce says hysterically, sobs being ripped out of him that he couldn’t care to try and stop.

“You are supposed to be the love of my life! You are the one I was supposed to die with! We made a promise over 10 years ago to always be by each others side so why?.. why!” Bruce says so desperately, his voice filled with so much anguish. His face wet from tears. Breathing and heartbeat so fast he thinks he might start hyperventilating. As he looks at Clark, he sees the bright future he always pictured with him going down the drain.

“Bruce..please..” Clark whispers trying to hold Bruce.

Bruce takes a step back “no..” he looks up at Clark and all he can see is Lois. Arms around him, touching him, kissing him.. and he just can’t. He’s tired of trying just for the people he loves the most to leave, or hurt him.., betray him. He’s done..

“Leave.” Bruce says. Clark startles “Bruce, come on, please. I can fix this just-“

“He said leave..” Bruce turns his head to see who spoke, forgetting that his family was there. “Jason-“ Clark starts but doesn’t get to finish. A gun cocks, and with a growl and green eyes Jason repeats “He said, leave. This is loaded with kryptonite bullets, and don’t think I won’t shoot you.”

Bruce loves that Jason is defending him, he just wished he wasn’t defending him from Clark, and even though he hates Clark right now, he doesn’t want Jason to shoot him. “Jay..” Bruce says softly not looking at his son. To embarrassed to face any of them.

“No Bruce!, he doesn’t get to cheat on you and not get met with hostility! This fucker-“ Jason stops, because Bruce looks up at him. Desperately trying to keep it together, eyes red, heartbreak clear on his face. He whispers “please..”

The kids will never forget this look on Bruce’s face. Every wall that Bruce has ever had, every defense he ever made, just.. gone. All that’s left is the shell of a man who’s had everything taken from him over, and over, and over again.. and they will never forgive Clark for doing this to their father.

Jason lowers his gun, and the manor is stuck in a stand still. Nobody moves, nobody breathes.

Then Alfred steps forward with a look on his face that no one has ever seen on the man. Pure rage and it’s directed only at Clark. The man has never done anything more than make passive aggressive comments, but Alfred looks like he’s ready to throttle him.

Alfred steps in front of Bruce to hide him from Clark’s sight; Even though Bruce is taller and broader than him. Stepping up to Clark with the confidence of a father protecting his own, “Get out of my house, Kent.” He says it in such a way that everyone in the room startles. Alfred has never spoken to anyone like that before. Clark takes a step back, seeing how everyone in the room is looking at him.

With hatred, distain, disgust, mistrust, and worst of all.. heartbreak. So Clark does the only thing he can do right now.. and he runs. He leaves the manor knowing he fucked up the best thing he’s ever had in his life.

Now that Clark is gone, Bruce can’t hold it in anymore. He starts hyperventilating, all his training not even in the forefront of his mind. All his thoughts are filled with Clark, clutching his chest like there’s a physical pain, and he can’t breathe. Alfred turns around to look at his son, his boy, broken..once again. “Bruce..” Alfred says softly. Bruce doesn’t hear him so Alfred lifts his head with his fingers and the moment they lock eyes, Bruce breaks.

He falls into Alfred’s chest, sobbing his eyes out as they sink to the floor. The rest of the family come to Bruce’s side to bring comfort to their father. They never thought Clark would ever hurt Bruce.. let alone like this. They’ve never seen Bruce so devastated. Crying so hard that he can’t breathe. Clutching onto Alfred like a scared child. Asking “Why, why am I never good enough to stay for..”

Everyone is crying to some degree. It’s hard to watch the strongest man they know crumbling into nothing right before there eyes. The man that has been with them through the worst of it. Loved them when no one else would. He gave them a home, and a love they never would have experienced otherwise.

A man with so much love to give, who keeps giving his heart out, only to have it thrown back in his face like it’s worthless, like it’s not something to cherish.. A man who let his guard down just because he wanted to love, and to be loved. Just for him to be slapped in the face..

But one things for sure..

Nobody hurts their father and gets away with it. Not Lois Lane.. not Superman… they’re will be hell to pay, and blood will be shed.

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Another De-aged Bruce head-canon because it’s one of my favorite tropes

(I don’t know if this counts as a head canon anymore or if this is a one shot but here you go)

So Bruce is out with the JL on what should have been a normal mission. But of corse the person they are after just so happens to use magic; and to be fair they were trying to hit Superman but Batman jumped in the way and got hit instead.

The magic user, in shock that they managed to land that attack, freezes. Giving Diana enough time to apprehend them. Knocking them out just for being a pain in the ass.

When they all turn back to Bruce to make sure he’s okay, they stop because there is a knocked out teenager where Bruce should be. They realize that the kid is Bruce and gather him to bring him back to the watchtower.

With the villain in a cell they put all the attention on the sleeping boy. They had no idea how this kid could become Batman. He’s scrawny and no taller than 5”5.

After about 20 minutes Bruce starts to wake up. And as soon as he opens his eyes, he sits up so fast.. eyes wide, looking absolutely terrified.

“Where am I? Who are you people?” Bruce asks getting up from his chair abruptly and tripping on his suit that is now too big for him. Scrambling up to get in the furthest corner away from everyone but not turning his back to them.

“We are the Justice League, and you are in the Watchtower.” Clark says with his hands up slightly and taking a couple steps towards Bruce.

“DON’T COME NEAR ME!” Bruce yells at him

Clark stops mid step with a panicked expression on his face. Martian Manhunter speaks up. “We need to give him space. At this moment, he has no mental blocks so he is projecting quite fiercely. And he is terrified of all of us. He does not know us. And from what he seems to be projecting the last time he woke up in a situation like this, he was just kidnapped.” Martian Manhunter says.

They all turn back to a visibly terrified Bruce, his back pressed as close as he could get to the corner wall, hands shaking, and terror clearly written in his eyes. They’ve never seen Bruce like this before. He’s always so calm and collected even in the face of the most dangerous of villains. He’s never faltered and yet.. here he is.. the most scared and vulnerable they’ve ever seen him.

“We are not here to hurt you Bruce, we assure you, that you will not be harmed my friend.” Diana says.

“Maybe we should call his family, they would know what to do. They would have contingencies for this, right?” Barry offers. And everyone agrees that that would be the best decision for Bruce. So they call the cave and fill them in on what has happened and the bat-clan tells them that they will be there in ten minutes.

As they wait for the Batfamily, Bruce only seems to stress himself out more. His breath picking up and looking frazzled. Anytime someone even remotely walks near him. He freaks out, putting himself in a crouch,and pulling the league chairs in front of himself trying to do anything to keep his distance.

10 minutes go by and Bruce’s family show up in the exact time they said they would. The watchtower announces their arrival making Bruce flinch. They walk in, looking for Bruce only to see all of the JL facing the corner of the room.

They turn and find that their ‘not scared of anything’, 6’2, 200lb behemoth of a father has been reduced to a scrawny teenager, huddled behind some chairs and deathly terrified of everything around him. Superman notices Bruce’s heart skyrocket with their arrival.

His kids start to walk near him but he screams “STAY AWAY… GET AWAY FROM ME!” They all stop not realizing that Bruce would be afraid of them to. So Dick tries talking to him. “Hey Bruce, I’m Dick. I’m your son, and these are the rest of your kids. We’re your family.”

“No you’re not!, I don’t have any family.. and I won’t get old enough to have one.” he says that last part lower not meant to be heard, but was heard anyways.

His family and the heroes that have super hearing flinch at his last statement. Realizing that Bruce never intended to make it this far in life. Trying again to take a small step towards Bruce, but being met with hyperventilation. Bruce is breathing too hard and if he doesn’t calm down, he could pass out.

“We’re not gonna be able to help him. He doesn’t recognize us, let alone trust us to take him back home. Maybe we should get Alfred? He’ll most likely remember him.” Tim says, so that’s what they do. They call the butler and he shows up in less than five minutes.

As he walks in, Bruce has his head placed on his knees, still hyperventilating. And in one of the softest voices they’ve ever heard Alfred use, they hear..

“Master Bruce.”

At that Bruce quickly picks up his head to see in front of him is Alfred. He quickly stands and pushes the chairs away from him, running towards the man, wrapping his arms around his waist and hiding his face into him. Everybody’s too stunned to speak because this is the first they’ve ever seen Bruce show so much emotion.

“Master Bruce, you’re hyperventilating. I need you to calm down. Breathe with me, my boy. Deep breath in, long breath out.”

Everyone is watching as this moment takes place, and seeing a side to Bruce that none of them have ever seen. Because they never knew this Bruce. They all met him when he was already Batman. Quiet, Stoic, Calm, and one of the strongest people they’ve ever seen. But this Bruce hasn’t learned that yet.

He’s just a kid.

When Bruce stopped hyperventilating, but still overstimulated and scared. He stands behind Alfred, trying to hide from everybody in the room. Because now that he no longer has to be in fight or flight mode, he can rely on Alfred to protect him from these unfamiliar people.

Alfred lays a hand on top of Bruce’s head to run his fingers through his hair. And looks to the JL. “My apologies but do any of you know how old he is at the moment?” Alfred asks.

“No, he wasn’t very keen on us being near him to ask.” Aquaman says.

Alfred nods and turns to Bruce asking in that soft voice again. “Master Bruce, how old are you right now?” Bruce quietly whispers out ”thirteen”. A sad look crosses Alfred’s face. “Ah… another difficult year for you my boy. You haven’t had many good ones have you.” Alfred says.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened in this year for him?” Clark asks.

Alfred looks at Clark, like he’s contemplating about answering his question. He sees that the children have curious looks on their faces as well. Looking down at Bruce he responds..

“Depending on the month it is for him, he was kidnapped not too long ago. I won’t go into the details of what happened to him because that is his business to share if he so wishes. But I will say, That Gotham is a cruel place to grow up in; and it scarred a boy who was already traumatized to begin with.” Alfred said.

Alfred inhales deeply looking like he’s replaying the past while looking at Bruce who’s still hiding behind him. Not saying a word this entire time. Alfred looks back up towards the boys and tells them that they should head home. Alfred turns back to the JL and says. “Please call Zatanna, and tell her to come to the cave so we can undo whatever spell has been placed onto Master Bruce.”

And with that, they all walk out of the watchtower, all gaining a little bit more information about the man behind the mask.

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I’ve been seeing this trope where Dick is one of the only people that have seen Bruce laugh and genuinely smile and it’s been so long that he’s starting to forget what it looks like.

So I was thinking about how I could possibly make that into superbat, because everything is superbat if you try hard enough.

But Bruce and Clark are playing around with each other. Clark starts chasing Bruce around the house and Bruce is running away in pure and utter delight just because this moment he’s having with Clark is so lovely.. And he’s running around the couch, trying to stay away from Clark, just giggling.

And then eventually Clark uses his super speed to catch up with Bruce. Essentially cheating in Bruce’s eyes, but he still laughs and gives one of his most genuine smiles when Clark comes up from behind him, wraps his arms around his waist, picks him up and spends him around.

And Dick just silently watches because it’s been so long since he’s seen his dad genuinely smile; and the longer he watches the sadder he gets because he can’t remember the last time he saw Bruce smile or laugh like that.. so freely.. so easily..

He starts to think back. Trying to remember the last time he saw Bruce’s genuine smile, and he goes so far back, to before Jason died…

Years…

Bruce hasn’t genuinely laughed or smiled in years..

And that breaks something in Dick because he usually notices stuff like this, when people are hurting or just unhappy. But he didn’t notice Bruce. Sure Bruce has his little smirks when Dick or the rest of the kids say something funny.

Or the fond look Bruce gets in his eyes when he’s proud of one of them but… this carefree laugh.. the easy bright smile that actually reaches his eyes.. He hasn’t seen it since he stopped being Robin.

And that kills him because he didn’t remember what happiness looked like on Bruce. Not until Bruce and Clark started dating, and it’s a shame that very few people know what a happy Bruce looks like, and he’s determined to fix that.

He’s going to find a way to keep a smile that beautiful on his father’s face.

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Tags I Exclude when I read Batman fics because why not:

1. Talia al Ghul - Reason: Because I don’t like her

2. Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne - Reason: Because I don’t like her

3. Selina Kyle - Reason: Because I don’t like her

4. Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne - Reason: Because I don’t like her

5. Dick Grayson is Damian Wayne’s Parent - Reason: Because NO THE FUCK HE’S NOT!!

6. Batcest - Reason: Because THOSE ARE HIS CHILDREN AND THEY ARE BROTHERS.. PLEASE😭

Tags I will always include/Search for:

1. Good Parent Bruce Wayne - Reason: Bruce IS A GOOD FATHER DAMN IT! Fuck the DC writers that say otherwise. He deserves a family.

2. Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne - Reason: Because you can’t tell me they are not a perfect match for each other. They are literally so in LOVE. ♡

Thank you ◡̈

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Does anyone have any good dad Bruce Wayne fics where Bruce essentially goes scary momma bear mode cuz somebody took his kids + the JL???

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Do you ever wake up scared from a nightmare where something has happened to your parent(s), and you get an inexplicable need to make sure they are alive. Cuz I was thinking about that with Damien and Bruce.

Like Damien waking up with a gasp because he just dreamt that Bruce died in a brutal way right in front of him; and you know how in your dreams you can’t move as fast as you want to, that happeneds to him and he was stuck there forced to watch his father die in front of him.

And it takes him a moment to realize what happened but he eventually recognizes it was a dream. He knows the manor is safe and that no one could get in without anyone knowing. He knows that Bruce is fine…

But he has to go make sure, because what if that dream was his brain trying to tell him something. What if Bruce stopped breathing in the night and nobody knows. What if he’s had a stroke or a seizure… yea it’s better to just go check. A quick glance to make sure he’s okay.

So he goes to Bruce’s room determined to not get caught. Just in and out and he’ll go back to bed.

But Bruce has always been a light sleeper, and is always aware of his surroundings even in his sleep. He wakes up after hearing the floor creak ready to attack, grabbing the batarang that he keeps under his mattress ready to strike only to stop once he see’s Damien.

“Dami? What happened? Is something wrong?”

Damien just kinda stands there shocked at how quick Bruce went from Batman to Bruce so quickly.

“Nothing is wrong father, I’m sorry for disturbing you. I will go back to bed.”

Damien turns to leave only for Bruce to stop him. “Damien” Bruce calls out softly “Would you like to sleep in here with me tonight?” he says, with a fond look on his face.

Damien silently contemplates Bruce’s offer, not wanting to look weak in front of Bruce but wanting to stay.

Bruce can see the turmoil on his sons face, so he just scoots over on the bed and lifts the blanket. Not saying anything to rush Damien but letting him know he wants him there.

At his father’s actions, Damien silently crawls into Bruce’s bed. Bruce covers them both, letting Damien have his space.

Wanting to know what happened to make his son want comfort, but not wanting to push. But he can see that something is wrong.

“Dami” Bruce calls out. “Are you okay?”

“Of course father, why would you believe otherwise.” Damien says not looking at Bruce.

Bruce throws a look his way that Damien doesn’t see. “You don’t normally come in my room at night.”

Damien doesn’t say anything for a while but Bruce can see he’s hesitant about something. So he just gives him time, just watching the different emotions pass on Damien’s face.

After a while Damien finally says “I had a nightmare.” And Bruce…, Bruce is familiar with those, he’s had them since his parents died. He knows what they can do to a person because he’s the living proof.

“Do you want to tell me what happened in your dream?”

Damien takes a long pause, so long that Bruce thinks that he’s not going to respond, but he eventually whispers…

“I had a dream that you died… and I had to watch as you were brutally murdered in front of me, and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

There was a tense silence in the air after Damien spoke. Scared he just shouldn’t have spoken at all, but before he could make any type of move, Bruce turned and pulled Damien into his arms.

Damien stiffens at his father’s movements, not use to embracing like this with Bruce. “I’m sorry you had a nightmare, but I’m happy you came to me when you wanted to.” Bruce says as he rubs Damien’s back.

Damien goes slack in Bruce’s arm at his ministrations. In a small voice, spoken into Bruce’s chest Damien says. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I’m sorry I woke you up baba.”

“It’s okay Dami, you can always wake me up.” Bruce pauses for a moment before continuing. “I use to get those nightmares all the time when I was younger. I still get them from time to time.”

Damien looks up a little at Bruce’s words

“I would also crawl into Alfred’s bed when I had them. Most of the time they were about my parents, but a lot of them were about Alfred dying. So I would go check on him while he slept as well .”

Damien’s face looks shocked at what Bruce just told him. Not expecting Bruce to admit that he use to crawl into Alfred’s bed. But it makes him feel better knowing that Bruce understands his feelings.

Damien looks back down to hide in Bruce’s chest but also to discreetly listen to his heartbeat. Just to add that last bit of reassurance that Bruce was okay.

And that’s how they fall asleep, Damien feeling protected in his father’s embrace. Bruce stroking his son’s hair to lull him back to unconsciousness.

Both boys hearts soothed with Damien having learned something new about his father, and Bruce having physical proof that even though their relationship started out rocky, Damien cares deeply for Bruce.

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"Dick had to take care of Bruce and teach him emotion"

"Tim had to mentally support Bruce when he became Robin"

Shut the fuck up, they did not. They did not have to do shit. Bruce learned from raising Dick and having Dick around, Dick did not have to take care of Bruce or shit. He learned from Dick behaving lile a kid and having to deal with that, not from Dick taking his hand and teaching him. Tim literally only had to be there for Bruce to be better, it is explained in A Lonely Place of Dying that Bruce needs a child to take care of, and that's what Tim is, a child Bruce can take care of. They weren't parentified to take care of Bruce instead of him taking care of their emotional and mental wellbeing. HE TOOK CARE OF THEIR EMOTIONAL AND MENTAL WELLBEING. Damn, with Tim, he does it when his parents don't. With Dick, it's the whole point how Bruce took him to take care of his emotional and mental wellbeing because nobody did for Bruce, and Bruce succeeded.

Stop infantilizing autistic adults. Bruce being autistic and having difficulties with communication, emotions and relationships because of it doesn't mean his kids were the one taking care of him. It means his kids had to learn how it is to interact with an autistic or neurodivergent person.

Bruce being well only when he has a kid to take care of is what is difficult for the kids, because it makes the process of becoming an adult more difficult when your dad needs a kid.

I challenge y'all to be able to talk about Bruce being mentally ill without painting it as a burden to his family, because that's the only way you ever do it.

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You mentioned Bruce moving with Alfred’s posture and I wonder if Bruce’s extended family or people who knew the Waynes before ever interact with him and realise Bruce isn’t much at all like his parents, but is, in fact, Alfred Pennyworth’s son. The way he carries himself, his turns of phrase, his humour, the way he can look scandalised, maybe even his laugh has started to sound more like Alfred’s than Thomas’. He’s spent more of his life with Alfred, after all. It’s nature vs nurture.

He walks with purpose, when he’s not trying to show off or charm people. He walks like he belongs there and knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s confident and well-equipped and the last thing you will do is see him look uncertain. He carries himself like Alfred in that respect, and then like Thomas in the “I deserve to be in every room I walk into” sense, which when combined is a very compelling aura. Not only do I belong here, I know exactly what my goals are and just try to stop me.

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Superbat babes, I need help with something. Everytime me and my friend Q get on the subject of superbat we always end up going back and forth with me trying to explain how they work and him telling me he doen’t see it (which is fine, to each there own)

But I feel like I never do a good job representing why superbat works so well. So drop your reasons as to why they work so I can show him. Thanx ◡̈♡

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The true reason why the Joker killed Jason wasn't because he wanted to hurt Batman or anything, it was because One Time, after Joker was caught and was being dragged away, Jason made Bruce laugh So Hard that he had to use Jim Gorgon as someone to lean on, that people Genuinely Thought that he had been dosed with Joker Venom until he calmed down

But nope, just a really good joke

And from that day on, The Joker hated the second Robin with a passion

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I was having sentient Gotham thoughts and I realized I mostly refer to Gotham as 'she' and I know that's not necessarily uncommon ('Gotham's knight and her prince') and that a lot of people use the good ole 'it' but the reason I bring it up is because I also had a realization that I, in my head, refer to Gotham with feminine names that start with G.

Initially it was Gloria but I've moved to jumping between Genesis (Because 'birth' and Gotham gave birth to Batman) and Grace (Because 'Her Grace').

So, that's cool :)

I think that’s really dope, I don’t personally use a name for Gotham. I just call it she or her. But I do really like the names you’ve given her.

Sentient Gotham is like one of my favorite head canons/tropes. It can make everything either a little more fun or that much more depressing. Depending on what you’re reading.

But it’s cool seeing what everyone can do with ‘Sentient Gotham’. Because she can either be really loving towards the batfamily, or she can cause so many problems for them, specifically Bruce.

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Does anyone have some superbat fics where both Bruce and Clark are unnervingly obsessive with each other..

Like basically matching each others freak?.. well ig more Clark matching Bruce’s freak, because I don’t see Clark being obsessive with Lois.

Because 1. Lois wouldn’t tolerate that shit

And 2. I just don’t see that for them personally

BUT BRUCE.. they have to know where the other is at all times.

Bruce secretly puts trackers and cameras in all of Clark’s shit and Clark knows about it but he finds it hot. He purposely looks into them in his apartment just to tease Bruce.

Clark being possessive with Bruce at galas. Glaring at all of the high society people touching and dancing with Bruce. Seeing someone put their hands in places that only Clark can touch and kinda losing it. Passive aggressively stealing Bruce away just to pull him in a closet or something, kissing him within an inch of his life. Making sure Bruce knows who he belongs to.. 

And Bruce LOVES IT, because he doesn’t have to hide the crazy ass tendencies he has with Clark, because Clark is just as crazy as he is about the other.

ALL THE GOOD STUFF, so yeah, if you have fics like that. Please send them my way. ◡̈

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the fic trope where the JL finds out Batman is married and someone loudly goes “You’re married? Who would be unlucky enough to marry you?” and poor Superman — AKA Clark Kent, AKA Bruce Wayne’s husband, AKA Batman’s husband — is sitting right there looking like someone just kicked his dog, which is to say, sad and angry all at once, but no one notices until it’s too late — that fic trope never gets old for me.

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I can’t be the only one who has a hatred for the tag ‘Dick Grayson is Damien Wayne’s parent’.

I can’t explain it, I just can’t read fics where Damien calls Dick ‘baba’ and etc. idk, for me that is exclusively for Bruce.

And yes I do know that tag became a thing for the time Bruce was in the time stream, but I just can’t do it.

I just need my fics where Bruce is Dami’s father.