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tinkerbelle05 · 1 year

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Bruce Wayne being a proud parent headcanons

Bruce is the type of dad to just endlessly and shamelessly brag about his kids to anyone who would listen. Be it during patrols, galas, PTA meetings, business meetings, hell even JL meetings. The man doesn’t care at all.

Bruce would have a stuffy wallet that’s just pictures of his babies doing wonderful things. There’s a picture of a tiny Jason with a big smile holding a blue ribbon with a A+ on it for winning the school’s spelling bee and right next to it is Damian with a sheepish expression and bright red cheeks, holding an art piece he did that got a 100 on.

Of course what’s in the wallet differs on what Bruce is doing. He’s not gonna pull out a picture of Cass’s recital as Batman, which leads to the rumor of the Batfam wearing their costumes 24/7. That makes them scarier than they were before.

In that wallet, there’s a photo of Dick as Robin smiling with two thumbs up while a goon lays unconscious, a picture of Robin!Tim trying to get a cat out of a tree, and a picture of Signal helping an old lady cross the street while Spoiler holds her groceries.

And of course if said kid is next to him, well expect to have 20 minutes of your time being spent by Bruce Wayne gushing about his little boy. While said “little boy” is like 6’5 and can easily tower over the both of you with a deep voice. And Bruce doesn't even notice (and if he does, he simply doesn't care) and continues with the conversation.

Damian is the most embarrassed by Bruce’s bragging, being unused to this much praise being expressed openly, while Jason and Dick relish in the praise Bruce gives them because Dick is a natural-born performer and Jason is the youngest child at heart who needs to have all of his Dad’s attention on him.

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mikeluciraphgabe · 1 year

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Bruce is that type of parent who yells at their child in front of the principal, but once in the car, turns to said child and goes “did you win? … good, let’s get some ice cream, she seemed like a bitch anyway.”

#bruce wayne is a good father #Bruce Wayne is a mom too #Bruce Wayne #Batman #batman and robin #school #batfam #batdad #Jason Todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #Tim Drake #duke thomas #cassandra cain

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to-the-stars8 · 2 months

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The Waynes' Nanny

Notes: So, this is my oopsy of adding another story to my roster, but oh well. Here's my other note: Just a little side note. To make this story work, I had to de-age the majority of the characters. So, Dick is 15, Cass 10, Jason 9, Tim 7, Duke 6, and Damian 4. Just FYI. Obvi The Nanny Inspired

Bruce Wayne x Reader, Batfamily, platonically, x reader

Summary: One day, after getting fired from your job by your ex, you somehow ended up in Wayne Manor as the family's new nanny. Working with six kids is tough enough, but the handsome, rich, and emotionally confused father, billionaire Bruce Wayne, who is just too charming makes it a bit more difficult as your feelings for him confuse you. Nonetheless, you love the job and the kids, but soon enough you realize that maybe you're falling in love with the boss, too.

Pilot Pt. 1

“You have to be kidding me, fired?” You said shocked, leaning over the counter.

Your boyfriend then quickly added, “And, I’m breaking up with you.”

The words could not come off your lips. Instead, you babbled for a good thirty seconds before just turning on your heel to leave. You stopped a couple of times to say something, but the shock was still settling in. It wasn’t until you were outside, watching people on the street that your senses came back. Turning around, you sucked in a breath and threw open the store door.

You pointed at your ex and loudly announced, “You have a small dick, and I’m collecting unemployment! So, hah!”

Not feeling the victory, but glad that there were more than a dozen people to continue the rumor of your boyfriend’s supposedly small penis, you left.

Luckily, you were quick to find another gig thanks to a family friend. Granted, you hated going door to door trying to sell insurance in Gotham, but it paid you just enough not to be out on the street. This week, however, you were assigned to the other end of the city—The rich part. And, it certainly did live up to your expectations. These people had yards and gardens, and the air even smelled better. If you could only find a rich man, you think you’d be very happy in such a place.

You looked down at the list of addresses your boss had given you before looking back up at the impressive sight of the house. With a sigh, you pressed the buzzer on the gate and went over your script.

“Hello, my name is…”

Before you could finish a British accent came through the buzzer. “Are you here for the nanny position?”

Looking around, you didn’t see a reason as to why you shouldn’t say yes. Absent-mindedly, you said, “I could be.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Oh, um, yes! Yes, I am.” It couldn’t hurt

Suddenly, another buzz and the sound was clicking of the gate unlocking. Cautiously, you pushed your way through and you headed up the path to the front door. It was a near quarter mile to get to the house and up a hill. By the time you got up to the front of the house, you were winded and slightly sweaty. At the top of the stairs stood an old man in a suit, looking down at you with indifference. Slowly, you climbed the stairs to him.

“You really gotta warn a girl if she’s gonna take a hike,” You huffed.

“Most people drive,” The old man said, and you recognized the accent from the buzzer.

You snickered at the old man, following him in, and you were amazed by just how wonderful the place was. As you entered, you did a turn, and you were amazed by just how big the house—No, mansion—was.

“Would you like me to present your resume to Mr. Wayne?” Asked the man.

Luckily, you were quick on your feet, “No, I’ll do it myself. Thank you.”

The man relented, giving you a disbelieving look, and went away. You sat down in one of the chairs in the foyer, quickly pulling out some papers to write some type of passable resume. As you were going for a pen, you realized quickly that you didn’t have one. Panicked, you looked around for one.

“Ugh,” A voice said, and a boy no older than seven or eight stumbled from a doorway. On him, fake blood and a knife. He cried, “I’m dying!” before collapsing onto the floor.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a pen, would you?” You asked, but the boy didn’t respond. Defeated, you decided quickly what you said as you saw the old man and a younger, much more handsome return.

“Tim,” The younger man said. “We’ve talked about this. You can’t scare the guests.”

The boy opened his eyes, “I'm studying people's reactions to gore and pain.”

The man rolled his eyes before turning his attention back to you. He held out his hand toward you to shake, you took it and instantly liked the way his grip was strong. “I’m Bruce Wayne—”

“Oh, yeah! I’ve seen you on TV,” You said excitedly. “I loved the black suit you wore for that ceremony in the park last month.”

Mr. Wayne seemed taken aback by the compliment, but thank you anyway. “Just follow me into the kitchen. We can talk more there.” As he started to lead you away, he turned to the boy still lying on the floor. “Tim, go clean up, please.”

“I will, but only because you said please!” The boy cried out.

Mr. Wayne shook his head and asked you not to mind him for now. Smiling, you replied that it was no big deal, kids were going to be kids either way. He seemed to agree with you on that and asked you more about yourself. You told him as much as you could think of, not willing or wanting to hold anything back.

When you finally sat at the kitchen table did you stop talking to let Mr. Wayne talk, but he seemed more pleased to listen. Though, you knew better than to rattle on more than necessary. Maybe, you thought, this was why so many women thought him to be such a charming guy.

“Can I see your resume, then?” He asked.

Laughing nervously, you said, “Oh, uh, well, you see, I lost it on my way over here.”

“Is that right?” Mr. Wayne said, sounding like he didn’t entirely believe you.

“Yes! Yes, it’s the damnedest thing,” You said. “I always seem to have these bouts of terrible luck.”

“Uh-huh,” He said.

You were going to answer when a voice called out, “Dad!”

Just then, two boys, one about fifteen and the other around ten, walked in. They seemed surprised to see you when they entered, glancing at their father before telling you hello. You got up, walking over to the boys and cupping their cheeks.

“My, look how handsome!” You looked over your shoulder at Mr. Wayne. “And those pretty blue eyes! They must get them from you.”

“We’re adopted,” The younger one said. “And I’m Jason.”

You grinned and bent over to look at the boy. “It’s nice to meet you, I’m…”

“You’re the new nanny?” The older boy said.

You started to answer, but Mr. Wayne cut you off. He told the boy, named Richard, that he could be nicer to you. Richard, or Dick as he called himself unfortunately, protested that Bruce was shuffling his responsibilities on some random lady from the inner city. Bruce was quick to dismiss him to his room, stating that they would speak later, and immediately apologized to you.

“A kid makes a smart-ass comment, what’re you gonna do?” You smiled.

“Right,” Bruce cleared his throat, not paying attention to what you were saying. “Well, those two were the oldest boys, I have one girl between them. Then, it’s Tim, Duke, and Damian. My youngest is four.”

“Trying to build a basketball team, Mr. Wayne?” You couldn’t help, but laugh at your joke. He didn’t seem as amused by it, so you quickly went quiet.

“Yes, well, thank you for coming, but I don’t think I’m in the mood to hire sales girls from off the street.”

You rolled your eyes, mumbling that you could do it and that you had plenty of experience in taking care of children as you babysat a lot when you were a teenager. Mr. Wayne didn’t seem to hear anything you said, though, nor the phone ringing off the hook.

“Alfred! Will you get that,” He called, seeming a bit stressed.

“Oh, you cannot be that rich not to answer your phone,” You said, getting up and picking up the phone from the receiver. Putting it to your ear, you answered, “Wayne residence.”

“Give me that,” Mr. Wayne said and snatched the phone from your hand. “Hello?”

He went back and forth with the person on the other line, talking about how he needed a nanny. Yet, he seemed to be getting nowhere. The entire time, you laid yourself in front of him as he tried to talk to the person on the other end to get him a nanny. After a minute or two, he put the receiver down and looked at you.

You grinned, knowing that you got the job. “You’re hired—On a trial basis!”

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Wayne!” You threw yourself at him, squeezing him tight. “You won’t regret it.”

“Right,” Bruce cleared his throat. “Well, I’ll have Alfred show you to your room—”

“I get to live here?” You asked excitedly.

Bruce almost smiled, but held it back. “Yes. If you like.”

“If I like,” You laughed like he was joking. “Of course. Oh, it’s going to be great.”

Mr. Wayne nodded, acting like he believed you, but didn’t know for sure. He wondered if he made the right choice not only for his children but for himself as well. Since he only knew you for half an hour, he found himself being intrigued by you.

Despite this, how he felt didn’t matter. All that did matter was if the children liked you and if you were competent enough to look after them. After all, it wasn’t like he was going to fall in love with you.

#jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batfamily #clark kent #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #damian wayne #damain al ghul #tim drake #nightwing #robin dc #robin #cassandra cain #duke thomas #bruce wayne is a good father #dc batfam #batfamily shenanigans

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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Hi, I was wondering if you had any baby Batkids headcanons, just all of them being extra clingy and obsessed with their dear dad. 😊

YES!! daily dose of fluff!!

Jason keeps a meticulous collection of poems that remind him of Bruce; Some collected from his favourite books, some he's written himself. They progress from love, to rage, to sadness, to regret, to a final, angry forgiveness, to love again

When Dick moved out, when his body was still clumsy and unfamiliar in his apartment, he spent hours just staring at his contact list.

Just aching for the courage to call Bruce. The little boy in him was begging to go home, and Nightwing kept denying him. But he'd know. it's a family tradition that Bruce always calls first.

Damian was never tickled; He hasn't giggled since he was 6, and Talia couldn't give to him what Ra's never gave to her. He was a blade, and blades don't feel.

When Bruce tickles him for the first time, he thinks its a punishment. His stomach hurts from laughing too much.

Tim's obsessive tendencies go root deep. He's vigilant, keeping a faithful watch on Bruce's every move. That's why he's there for. That's his purpose. He's good at that. He's useful for that. Keeping Gotham safe. It makes up for his invasion in the family.

One time, Jason gets hurt on patrol. Its a stab wound. Standard and measly. Just another scar on top of many. But it's a scar Tim could've prevented.

" I should've warned him. Should've-- saved him, been faster," And Bruce says he did warn him; He did everything right. There's no such thing as a good patrol. " I didn't do it on purpose. Bruce, it wasn't on purpose. Please believe me."

Bruce commands emotion in a way Tim is envious of. You think you see past the mask and he always shows you something different. Tim expects to get yelled at, and scolded, and berated for his sloppiness.

And then Bruce holds him, with an intentional tightness and unyielding tenderness, " Oh, my boy. My poor baby."

Stephanie doesn't get upset when people DON'T assume she and Bruce are father and daughter. Mostly because they're right. They're not. At their best, they're co-workers. At their worst, they're Bruce and Steph.

Fathers are overrated, anywhere.

But just for once, she'd like people to assume. She'd like to be mistaken for Bruce Wayne’s bastard child, or his one night stand, or drunken mistake, like the rest of the boys.

But when Bruce does put a hand on her shoulder, when a creep flirts with her at a Gala, " You're not in my daughter's league. You can't even afford tickets." It does feel good.

Cass and Bruce have particular love languages. Cass is tactile. She needs to touch you, and feel you, even if she doesn't speak. It's a proof of existence. It proves she's not an instrument of danger. Even danger deserves gentle things.

If there's anything true about Bruce, it's his lack of judgement. He asses, weights and critics, sure, but he's never one to judge. "Hey, honeybee. " and Cass loves that she doesn't have to hide. She can exist around him, and he can just hug her, and that's enough.

Cass has a tattoo of the bat symbol on her chest. Blsckbat rarely works with officers, but when she does, there's no pleasure in it. Especially when she has to stop them from putting a bullet through a starving kid's head.

"I gotta ask you; How do you do it? Why do you do it? No one's looking. No one's gonna know."

And Cass, angrily, rips a chunk off her suit to reveal the bat symbol. Gotham's mark of worship, it's unholy saint.

Thought saints aren't saints because they're holy. Saints are saints when they bleed. And they don't know how not to do that.

" This means mercy. This means Life."

#yayy fluff time-- SIIIIIIKE #bruce wayne #dc #dc comics #batman #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #stephanie brown #damian wayne #cassandra cain #batfamily #batfam #angst #batdad #bruce wayne is a good father #bruce wayne is a good parent #writing #batfamily headcanons

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sweet-as-petrichor · 21 days

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Hc that Tim has been kidnapped by the League so many times that he can more or less speak their dialect but often forgets random words and ends up acting them out instead like Gloria from Modern Family and the helicopter scene.

It annoys Damian to no end because he thinks Tim is being deliberately obtuse but the ball of coffee and sleep deprivation simply doesn't care.

The rest of the batkids make it a game to try and guess what Tim is saying like charades. Cas wins everytime.

Meanwhile, Bruce, who is also fluent, watches from the corner of his eye, too amused by his kids' antics to interfere. (He's just glad they found a non violent way to bond)

#batman #bruce wayne #batfam #jason todd #batdad #batfamily #tim drake #damian wayne #red robin #robin #bruce wayne is a good father #cassandra wayne #league of assassins

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rjnonymous · 1 year

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I like to think that one of Bruce's biggest character flaws is that he will let his children get away with anything. Especially when they find it funny because how is he supposed to be mad at his children when they laugh like that? And it's a fxking headache in the hero community, because while some might find their antics funny, others don't and they can't do shit about it because the brats will snitch and of course fxking Batman is not going to discipline his kids

#DC #batman #bruce wayne #batfamily #batfam #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne al ghul #stephanie brown #batdad #bruce wayne is a good father #mostly #he's just really bad at disciplining his kids #not like they're going to listen to him either way #soft Bruce Wayne #soft batdad

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swugflower · 1 year

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Dick!Robin and Batman, at a showdown together with a rogue

Batman: this time you went too far! You’ll be going back to Arkham for good!

Dick!Robin, pulling at this cape: B, I’m not feeling good…

Batman: shhh buddy, give me a moment please

Rogue: listen to the bird, Batman or…

Dick!Robin: *throws up*

Batman: …

Rogue: …

Dick!Robin: :(

Batman: …

Rogue: …

Rogue: so you wanna bring the kid home and postpone this?

Batman: yes that would be great thank you.

Rogue: no problem. Get well soon, Robin

Dick!Robin: thanks :(

#swugs ted talk #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #robin #the boy wonder #the dynamic duo #bruce wayne is a good father #incorrect batfamily quotes #incorrect dc comics

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glitteroctopus72 · 1 year

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Bruce Wayne having a lot of unofficial traditions that he does with his kids, and him having specific ones for each kid, means so much to me

#bruce wayne #bat family #batdad #batfam headcanons #batman #bruce wayne is a good father

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channajen · 1 year

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Chapter Six of "Fly Like a Bat" is now posted!

Summary: Batman and Red Hood have a -discussion- about Danny at the Watchtower. Then, Danny shares a bit about himself. Later, at Wayne Manor, there is bonding.

Teaser below cut:

Bruce glanced towards the boy and then at Jason. “Danny originally appeared as a teenager, approximately the same age as you were when you were…gone. If you were cloned at that time, then it means he was artificially aged to some degree.”

Jason’s voice wavered a bit. “That was only seven years ago! Why did he look like a teen before he got shot and then change?”

“Perhaps the concentrated Lazarus water in those weapons reverted Danny’s body to its actual age, instead of its enhanced age. Or it is possible that the weapon reverted Danny to a state in which he was the most stable.”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me! That kid can’t be more than four or five now!” Jason started pacing again, this time he was moving faster and shaking his head.

Batman clamped down on his emotions. If he did not keep tight control, things would get…messy. “His mind has likely been affected by the changes to his biology. We’ll need to keep that in mind when we have him scanned for trackers, mental traps, mind control, and any other threats.”

“Danny is NOT a threat!”

“You can’t know that. Just his presence here is proof that Ra’s is up to something. We need to find out what.”

“And you’re going to do that how? By rummaging through a little boy’s head?” Jason was spitting mad now.

“He was a teen up until a short while ago.”

Jason wanted to punch Bruce right in the fucking cowl. “You don’t know what that weapon did to his mind. I cannot believe you would let someone go mucking around in a child’s brain—especially one that has just been through hell!”

“J’onn is very skilled at what he does. I do not believe it will cause any difficulties for the boy.”

“You don’t believe…” Jason mocked his father, then he scoffed. “Who gave you permission to make decisions for the kid anyway? I should have more say-so than you.”

Bruce sighed and pinched his nose through the cowl. “Hood, this is neither the time nor the place. Can we just table this discussion for now?”

“I think it should definitely be on the discussion table now. If his age-loss is irreversible, then he is going to need a guardian…”

“I am aware.”

“Oh, let me guess…Brucie Wayne is going to adopt another lost soul?”

“Would it be so horrible to have him as your brother instead of having him as your son?”

The thought brought tears to Jason’s eyes. He pulled off his hood and wiped his face on his sleeve. He wanted to look his father in the eyes when he answered. “Yes. Yes, it would. You don’t understand. I gave up my life for the opportunity to connect with my blood mother, and you don’t think I’d do the same for my own son??”

#danny phantom #batman #dp x dc #jason todd #justice league #wayne family adventures #bruce wayne is a good father #protective jason todd #de aged danny

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solarrene · 1 year

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Home Again

Jason Todd x Plus size reader

Slow burn, slice of life, fluff and whatnot 💌

Filled cups of grief. Trying fathers and sons. A yearning heart for the uncertain one. Full of hope and longing. The love Jason thinks he doesn't deserve.

Or in which Alfred have someone over in the Wayne manor for a while, that being the child of his dear late friend, and we'll see how her relationship goes there with Jason,,,,,of course, our beloved batfamily as well

Status: completed.

1: Wayne's

2: By Grace Through Death

3: Feastful Breakfast

4: Mourning in the Lovely Morning to Nights End

5: Life at Best as We Know It

6: Hearts Reflecting One Another .1

7: Hearts Reflecting One Another .2

8. A Little Push

9. Blank Canvas

10. The Painter is Painting

11. Interrupted

12. Unfinished Piece

13. Untitled

14. In Their Rest

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tinkerbelle05 · 1 year

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Hi guys trying to find a tumblr post

It's basically about instead of Bruce Wayne’s public persona being playboy, airhead Bruce Wayne, it's tired single parent Bruce Wayne. Unfortunately, I don't remember the user. But it talks about how instead of people being shallow and just wanting his money, people are genuinely curious about his kids. And when it came to Jason, people mourned him as if they knew Jason personally. Bruce was really touched by it.

#batfam #bruce wayne is a good father #bruce wayne #dc comics #batman #brucie wayne #batfamily #batdad #jason todd #dick grayson

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mikeluciraphgabe · 1 year

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No but Dick being an officer is so fucking funny

That once comic where he jumps over a tall ass fucking fence like it’s nothing in full uniform? How does his partner not know he’s Nightwing?

Dick giving criminals the Superman Disappointed Stare(tm) when he cuffs them bc he grew up around it? He makes the criminal feel ten times worse and slowly pass the stolen items back to the store clerk.

Calling his family on those q-word days.

Not using his gun bc he was raised not to use them/knowing how to use literally anything but a gun and using his taser (only when he really can’t do anything else) instead? Oh baby, yes a million times.

Fist fighting people instead of, again, not using guns? Gets him yelled at by his Sargent but the guy secretly is impressed

Getting shot/hurt on the job and the hospital calling Bruce’s cell. Bruce answering with a confused face during a WE meeting, his face going pale as the nurse explains what is going on. Bruce booking it to said hospital and holding his son’s hand as Dick is still asleep. Bruce blaming himself like he always does when one of his children is hurt?

GOD THE ANGST AND THE FLUF THAT FOLLOWS!

Dick waking up, a familiar hand holding his, a hand he hasn’t felt that hand in his own in… a long time. Bruce isn’t really a tactical person after all. The first twitch and groan snaps Bruce out of the trance of watching his heart rate, standing from the chair.

“Chum? Baby?”

A shuttered breath.

“Heya Dad.”

It was fitting for the moment, despite not really ever saying that name. He barley even uses it for when he’s hurt and in the Batcave. It was a sacred word between the two - and not just because of his birth father.

Like a broke dam, Bruce sits gingerly on the bed and pulls Dick into his arms, rocking them and whispering nothings. He needs this. Needs to feel his son alive. And Dick let’s him, cuddling up to Bruce.

#I GENUINELY did NOT mean for that to take that turn #so anyway #if you wanna write a fic imma need the link #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batdad #batfamily #batfam #bruce wayne is a good father #good dad bruce wayne #batman and robin #Batman

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wrongwiredmind · 2 years

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No sure if someone noticed, if it was done on purpose, or if I'm just bored and noticing patterns where there are none, but the batboys are literally following each other,

I'll elaborate my weird thought process, the first letter of the surname of the older is the (almost) the first letter of the first name of the younger,

Like Richard (Dick) Grayson followed by J(G)ason Todd,

Jason Todd is followed by Timothy (Tim) Drake

And Tim Drake followed by Damian Wayne

R G => J(G) T => T D => D W

If we continue on the same fashion, we could predict that the next kid's name will start with a W.

William (Billy) Batson, anyone?

#batboys #dick grayson #richard grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #billy batson #bruce wayne #bruce wayne is a good father #Bruce seriously adopts a lot #He's a serial adopter!!

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emiliebemily · 11 months

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The Bat-Family and the eagle.

“Devastating, isn’t it?” Oracle sighed, gaining attention from those within the Batcave.

Stephanie looked up from sparring with Bruce Wayne’s biological son, Damian Wayne, “Huh? Ow!”

“Emilie Ferguson.” Oracle pointed at the screen, “Her family died in that fire, remember?”

“Goodness, that was quite awful, Miss Gordon. I do hope she is well.” Alfred Pennyworth appeared from the corner of the BatComputer, “Cookies anyone?”

Timothy sipped on his coffee, “How old is the girl?”

A new deeper voice came from the shadows, “She’s 17, so she’ll be your age.” Bruce Wayne, jumped out from his Batmobile, Dick Grayson stretching on his way out.

Oracle watched as a couple left the orphanage the 17-year-old was staying at, noticing how they left rather angrily even going up to the reporter and claiming the girl to be a nuisance. Barbra shook her head, “It seems like Emilie keeps refusing people to adopt her.”

“Why would she do that?” Stephanie asked, “Loads of people have come forward to adopt her and it seems that she’s turning them all down.”

“We all can understand why.” Timothy said.

Dick Grayson took a chocolate chip cookie and glanced at Bruce, the Batman, “Fancy taking another one in?” He joked.

Bruce only glared before sliding into his chair, running a background check on the girl and her family.

“Woah, she’s utterly loaded.” Dick said, earning a slight slap from Barbra, “It’s true, and to think she’s a millionaire.”

“Her parents won the lottery two years ago and did nothing with the money, except giving it to her, plus all of their earnings, when you add them both, yeah makes her a millionaire. But also makes it so people will come after her. It is only a matter of time before people realise that her parents did not spend that money. She needs to be protected.”

“Bruce, are you considering?”

“No. I can hardly handle all of you, I can’t imagine another one.”

“Bruce, the footage.” Stephanie frowned, glancing up at the screen, at the young woman and how she thrashed around in her neighbours arms, trying to reach the home eagerly. Stephanie’s heart ached for the girl, and turned to Bruce who sighed.

“There is nothing I can do.”

“There is. You can adopt her.” Tim said with a cookie in his mouth, half joking as well as Stephanie elbowed him.

Damian on the other hand was rather unsure on this offer, “Another imbecile? Father, surely not.”

Bruce shook his head, “Enough. I’m not adopting anyone. Drop it.” A new screen pops up, with footage of an interview between Emilie Ferguson and a news reporter. Barbra hits play and they begin to watch the interview.

“Thank you for joining me today Emilie, I appreciate you taking the time to take in this traumatic incident.” She gave a reassuring smile, to the girl who sat opposite. The girl had style, and dressed wealthily, though Cassandra, who had been quiet the entire time could just tell how terrified the girl was to be sat in front of the camera.

“Thank you for having me.” Emilie smiled, it wasn’t fake but anyone from afar could tell she did not want to do this interview.

“Now, from constant news reports, we have seen an increasing amount of families come here to visit you, some even offering you a place in their home. I must ask why don’t you go with them? Do you not want a home?” Dick stared in disbelief, “Did she really just ask that?”

Everyone watched the girls movements, noticing how she took a deep gulp, then an inhale and large exhale, almost as if she had to control her temper, “I understand the concern of me having a home. Don’t you think that’s all I want to do. Of course I want to find a home. I want to go home. But quite frankly, I cannot. As it is all burnt. My home is burnt. My family are dead. And you’re worried about which family will meet me and possibly adopt me?” Emilie frowned, slightly sending glares at the reporter, though the reporter did nothing to listen to her and instead continued asking the questions.

“How does it feel knowing so many people, from all over the world, have seen your videos of the fire?”

Emilie bit the inside of her cheek, “Oh, you mean when the news recorded me in a very vulnerable moment? Well… the fact I cannot leave the building without a microphone being shoved into my face, asking ‘if it is true that I burnt the house down’ or ‘when I will be adopted’. I don’t like it. I want to be left alone.”

“Then why agree to this interview?”

“So you can ask all your questions and then leave me alone.”

“Poor girl.” Alfred said, shaking his head. Taking the tray back and heading up, “If only someone could promise her privacy.”

Bruce leant back in the chair, ignoring the knowing and exciting and the disapproving glances from everyone.

“Several families have came forward and said that you have been ‘rude’, ‘inconsiderate’ and even a ‘brat’. Is this true? What led to this behaviour?” The interviewer asked, clicking her pen ready to write her response.

She took a moment to reply, and clenched her fists to stop herself from slapping the interviewer. Taking one look at her and shaking her head, everyone gaped as she stood, “I don’t want to do this interview anymore. Thank you for your time. But I do not answer to such idiotic questions to apathetic people.” She continued to gently take the mic off and walk away.

The screen went blank.

“Unbelievable.” Dick shook his head, “They treated her like shit in that interview.”

“Affirmative.” Damian said, crossing his arms.

“Oh.. I know that look.” Barbra said, eyes widened as she took in Bruce’s face, “You’re considering it, aren’t you?”

Bruce shook his head, before looking out at everyone, “Of course not. And anyway, don’t you have patrol to do?”

Everyone was reluctant but still went on their way to head out on patrol.

Alfred approached him, “Shall I clear your schedule for tomorrow, Master Bruce?”

“That would be the best.”

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