#Alfred is talking with Thomas and Martha Wayne

[nelkcats]

Harley's bad bad day

When his parents excitedly talked about a family trip to Gotham, Danny was skeptical. Why would he want to vacation in New Jersey?

He ended up accepting. But he couldn't leave his duties as King unattended so he made some arrangements with Wulf and the other ghosts. They promised to behave in the best possible way. Danny didn't believe them but had no choice.

Without him realizing it, as soon as he set foot in Gotham the city got filled with ambient ectoplasm. Achieving that the shadows of the spirits could form correctly as ghosts in the city.

Many of the ghosts decided to seek an entrance to the Realms, maybe visit the King who was visiting their city. Others were furious at their deaths and wanted revenge. The Joker was number one on the list.

Harley was the second closest. Although she had parted ways with the Joker a long time ago, the ghosts didn't care that she had changed. She killed them, all her change wouldn't fix that.

The dead do not forget

When Harley woke up that day she didn't expect to find a knife stuck to the side of her face. She got up upset but the knife seemed to have fallen from the ceiling. She frowned, not remembering how it got there.

The more time passed, the more she suspected that something was up. Around midday she was convinced that someone was trying to kill her. So many accidents happened to her that it was ridiculous. The girl couldn't help but become paranoid and seek refuge with Bruce.

Batman wasn't one to accept or deny the existence of ghosts but he was sure Alfred wasn't talking to himself. When Harley told him what was going on with her he frowned.

Why was there paranormal activity in Gotham? And why was it after Harley? He grunted at the thought that he should call Constantine.

#dpxdc #ghost king danny #Ghosts are trying to kill Harley #She was the one who kill them after all #dp x dc #dc x dp #Harley tried to seek refuge with Ivy #but even the plants couldn't protect her #Danny is in Bat Burger surronded by ghosts without knowing what he caused #The Fentons are there for a paranormal convention #Gotham ghost is confused #Alfred is talking with Thomas and Martha Wayne #harley quinzel #The Joker is probably already dead #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp crossover #Danny is powerful after all #he is unconsciously expanding the ectoplasm #This could also lead to the ghosts of the Graysons #All the dead people can be there #it's kinda heartbreaking

[bruciemilf]

The best way to imagine the Wayne clan, at least for me, is like this:

Thomas’ side of the family

Martha’s side:

#bruce really stood no chance huh #thomas wayne #martha wayne #Alfred gets along with Martha’s side better bc they just never talk #they call bruce once every 10 years to convert him to militarism and he refuses #dc comics #dc #text #batman

[martyrbat]

ghosts - batman: haunted knight

[ID: A multi panel sequence of Bruce Wayne as a child on Halloween. He's dressed up in a Mask of Zorro costume and is excitedly running down the stairs while holding two swords, calling out for his mother happily. He tells her that he's ready to go trick or treating. Martha Wayne has her hand on his shoulder and is smiling as she tells him, “your costume looks great!” Bruce replies, “Thanks, I made it myself. Alfred sorta helped. Is dad home yet?” Martha draws her hand back hesitantly and says his name. Bruce already knows that that means there's bad news. He tells her, “don't tell me,” before she continues and says his father called. Bruce has his head down, angrily finishing her sentence, “he's gotta work late!” He looks out the window as if his father will appear and says, “It's not fair! He promised he would take me trick or treating!” Martha soothes that she knows as Bruce repeats, “he promised,” to himself disappointedly. She tells him, “But there was an emergency,” which makes Bruce snap, “There's always some emergency!”

Bruce continues to stand in front of the window as Martha looks at him. Bruce announces, “I'm gonna wait for him. Even if it takes all night!” as he tensely clenches the handle of his sword. Martha reaches out for him sadly and suggests, “Bruce, I could take you out myself. Or, we can call some of the other children at school and go out with them.” Bruce, as an adult, somberly says off panel that, “she doesn't know...” as his kid self stares out the window still. His hat casting a small shadow on his face as he tells her, “There are no other kids to call. I have no friends at school.” Martha says his name again but doesn't know how to comfort him. Instead, she just silently places a hand on his shoulder. We see a silhouette from far away of her standing next to him as Bruce waits for his father to eventually come home. END ID]

#hey do you ever think about bruce's childhood and feel your chest hurt #like even before the murders. just how lonely he was a boy and how that loneliness only grew after watching his entire life and people he #had be ripped away from him. sure he had alfred but his entire life and world was contained to that big scary house that was suddenly so #much emptier. the constant reminders and seeing what was once there and triggering it again and again and again ontop of ptsd and ocd... #also martha?? love her. hes the biggest mama's boy you cant change my mind. #<- again using this tag because if thomas worked a lot and bruce obviously didn't have friends to go out with #then the only person he ever actually talked to and interacted with was his mother and alfred #the man hired to care about you and the woman who gave birth to you. thus that attachment being stronger #but also the 'people have to be trapped to want to be around me'... a man hired to be your friend and take care of you... #ur own parents not wanting to/avoiding that responsibility and involvement.... yeah. #anyways ! happy halloween !! heres a child being disappointed ! #bruce wayne #baby brucie #crypt's panels #c: batman: haunted knight | ghosts #martha wayne #bruce & martha #bruce's childhood

[faytelumos]

Dude the way I'm eating your tags like they're my last meal on death's row!! I'll do the same here. Can you IMAGINE the standard Thomas sat when he became a father.

This wild, rowdy, firecracker of a man Gotham grew from golden soil and made him dirty, becoming a dad? Oh man.

Especially in the black and white era, where the most proficient job you could have in Gotham was a gangster. Second was a thief. Third was politician, but they mean the same thing anyway.

No man was particularly attached to fatherhood, " Yeah, I see my brats once a week. "

" Sheesh, you're lucky. I had to cut back work when my wife delivered. I just don't get why I have to do be there. What's your stance on that, Thomas? Does the husband have to be there?"

Thomas, smiling like a feral tiger: You know I delivered my baby, right?

OOOKAY, I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS!

Okay, be Thomas Wayne, doctor, philanthropist, old money, living in Gotham with your beautiful wife and your beautiful boyfriend, and you're having a son.

(Martha makes a funny joke about needing more girls in the house, and Alfred reminds her she throws most of her feminine relationships away after a month and a half.)

This is Gotham city. This place breeds corruption and desperation like a petri dish. You inherited the role of a founding family heir from a father you never liked and every secret organization and mobster has been trying to put you in their pocket since.

And now you have a beautiful, tender, delicate baby boy.

Absolute fucking terror.

This boy is going to be a target for every walk of life from the ground to the sky. This boy is going to get seductive offers to corruption every day, this boy is going to be a walking paycheck for anyone who's in trouble, this boy is small, and vulnerable, and yours, and he's meat and money to everyone else out there.

His future is altogether uncertain, but there's a million possibilities out there, and most of them are terrible, and it's the worst kind of anxiety.

On top of this, based on your fic, Thomas did not have any kind of healthy relationship with his dad.

This makes it so much harder. Now you're Thomas, worried to death that the world is gonna eat your son alive, and wondering what kind of father you're gonna be.

Fatherhood and manliness are two toxic chemicals that mix into the water as far as Thomas can tell. Maybe Tommy can sleep a little easier knowing Alfred will be there, knowing Bruce's other father won't be taking Tommy's shit, will also be looking out for his boy. Maybe having such a good person there, too, will protect Bruce from the boogeyman inside every other man that is Fatherhood.

Because Thomas never met a father he liked. Thomas hated Ben. And he's so terrified he's going to be just like him.

But besides all of this, Thomas is here, now, holding his newborn baby in his hands. It was crazy getting ready for it — everyone was asking him if it was really a good idea for him to be delivering his own baby, but honestly, he would never forgive himself if he missed that chance. It was crazy, because Martha, his absolute fireworks show, his light in the dark, was soldiering through all of the contractions and the pain all the way to the delivery room. And Alfred's just outside, putting out fires all over the manor as they get ready for a bump turned into a baby, Tommy's rock calmly pacing and bringing order and certainty to a day so very full of chaos and fear.

And it's a lot. It's so much. But in the scrubs, with the mask and the gloves, Tommy's hands are steady and he breathes evenly, and he holds his wife's and child's lives in those hands, and he loves them endlessly. Nothing can go wrong, and he wouldn't trade the chance to be there for both of them through this for anything.

He's scared, of himself, of Gotham, but as his little boy's growing up, he just takes the moments he can get and he does everything in his power to make his little mini-me boy as happy as physically possible. He takes every moment to give Bruce what he wanted at that age.

#Thomas Wayne #Bruce Wayne #Martha Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #every time you talk about Tommy I just love him more #he's such a freakin' guy #love him #PennyWaynes #can I ax you something?

[jesamnelovelace]

Everybody Bruce cares about being dead in his nightmare

#tuesday spoilers #bruce wayne #knight terrors #knight terrors batman 1 #also note that he talks about the deaths of his parents while in front of martha and thomas’s graves as well as alfred’s

[forevercloudnine]

I swear by the spirits of my parents to avenge their deaths, by spending the rest of my life warring on all criminals. Please, dear God, help me keep my promise! I’ll do anything...

Bruce Wayne’s childhood in Secret Origins (1986) #6.

#bruce wayne #martha wayne #thomas wayne #phillip kane #i love how bruce is honestly creepier as a child than he is as batman in this story #wearing his little nautical pajamas and swearing vengeance against all criminals by candlelight... #also i just enjoy when any comics talk explicitly about bruce's abandonment issues #also for context: this is supposed to be golden age (original) batman #which is why bruce's uncle is his guardian and alfred doesn't exist

[sully-s]

Insomnia Late-Night Talks

So I've mentioned this before but I like the idea that Alfred is not ExMI6 He's just a service worker your avg Joe who is good at his job and worked up the ranks in the household.

I also love the idea that Alfred isn't close to the Wyane family as it's normally shown. He's strictly always just been the help. He never saved Thomas in the war or even has a long history with the Wayne family.

it just makes the time after Martha's and Thomas's deaths even more jarring. Not only has Bruce lost his parents he's being left to a member of the staff? While Alfred is also equally a drift who never knew he was basically the godfather to his employer's kid.(Thomas and Martha die before they could tell him)

So now they both have to learn to deal with and live in a huge empty manor with only really each other to keep company. Two people who are not huge talkers lol.

I think when it's very late at night especially when Bruce has insomnia they both can open up and really get to know each other and ask some big questions.

#Batman #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #DCAU #DC comics #fanart #my art #messy art #got lazy #I love Alfred but then again who doesn't lol

[dio-niisio]

(English is not my first language, so please ignore any mistakes! :-))

Ok I've been imagining a scenario that for some reason Martha and Thomas Wayne are brought back from the dead...

One day they are dead and the other they are starting at their graves, reading their names and being very confused.

Alfred probably finds them first, he looks out the window and sees two people standing in the family cemetery, Wayne Manor had problems in the past with grave robbers, and he would be damned if he let that happen with their grave. So poor Alfred runs, grabbing some old shovel on the way (just to scare, not to harm!), ready to give an ear full on these people. That's when he sees. His friends.

He's surprised to say the least. They don't look young, the years they were gone caught up to them. Thomas has mostly grey hair and Martha had a white strip of hair right in the top of her head...

Alfred doesn't know what to do, so he brings them inside. And starts to prepare some tea while he tries to explain the past 30 something years.

The next person who sees them is Dick, he smelled the tea and was going to get a cup, then he saw the people in the painting on the top of the stairs. And he panicked. Cuz he knows what that implies, and he is worried for his dad.

He introduces himself as 'Bruce's son' which gets them to be a very happy set of grandparents, he tells them the story of when Bruce adopted him (cuz grandpa wanted to meet his mom, in the end he got a nice and tragic story of the flying Grayson's)! And how he always wanted to meet them! He also text Jason, telling him to get his ass downstairs and talk to his family.

Jason almost had a heart attack, he thought that Dick wanted him to talk to Bruce not grandpa and grandma, he's very happy of course, but he's worried for them, resurrection isn't something nice, but they assure him they are as good as they could be. And it is his turn to explain that he's also adopted (they laughed at the tire story, he told them it was one of Bruce's "fancy cars"). He comments that he and Martha have matching hair (both with a white stripe right in the middle).

Tim comes home around noon, he's been spending time with some school friends, and when he hears some commotion in the kitchen he goes to investigate, that's when he sees them and thinks he's hallucinating (again), but he's reassured by a very happy grandma. He tells them he's 'Tim Drake-Wayne', and is his time to explain that no Bruce didn't marry a Drake, he is his legal guardian (aka Dad) cuz when his parents died on a archaeological excavation his uncle was not fit to be his guardian so Bruce stepped up.

Thomas and Martha are so happy in a couple of hours they went from being dead to having 3 beautiful grandchildren! They are very proud of Bruce for making a difference in these boys lives!

That's when Damian walks in the kitchen he just wanted Alfred's help with something, he looks just like Bruce when he was that age (or what they think Bruce would look like), he doesn't look surprised or excited, he just says that he's Bruce's 'biological son', which gets one of his ears pinched by Dick with a very stern 'be nice'. Before they can ask anything they're being hugged by Damian who says that it is nice to have them in here.

When Bruce comes home he's very tired™, he had a day full of meetings on Wayne enterprises and he still gotta do Batman stuff. He passed through the kitchen and saw that his kids had guests over. He doesn't think much of it until he gives a good look at them.

"Mama? Papa?"

And the world stopped spinning. That's them! All he wanted to see since he was an 8 year old little boy. He just doesn't believe it.

He looks just like his dad. Probably a bit shorter (and not rocking the mustache), but he has his mama's eyes. And her smile. He missed her smile so much! He missed his papa's hugs, he missed the lullabies his mama used to sing, he missed playing pretend with his papa, he missed them.

And he can't say a word. He just cries. He hugs them and he cries. His mama and papa are really back! They are back home!

And now it's his turn to catch up! And boy he's got a lot to say!

As they move to the living room Thomas gives this look to Alfred, smiles and says "Thank you for caring for our little boy, old friend!"

"Little boy? I'm sorry Mister Wayne, but that's an understatement. He's almost taller than the cabinets!"

#martha wayne #thomas wayne #bruce wayne #batman #dick greyson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #dc comics

[radiance1]

Alfred, after the death of Martha and Thomas Wayne, acquired a Teddy Bear to give to Bruce Wayne as a gift to give him a 'friend' that he would be able to talk to, that would allow Bruce to give away the grief that he feels unable to tell Alfred.

On another note, that Teddy Bear was the current body of one 5-year-old Danny Phantom, who was unfortunately fused with his own toy after having been tricked by a wizard due to his halfa status. Said wizard added him to his collection of 'Antiques' that he would sell.

Then he got sold and was given as a gift to a currently grieving boy.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp

[dreamtinblackandwhite]

The Blood in the Truth - Part One

Summary: Y/N is the niece of Alfred Pennyworth and childhood friend to Bruce Wayne. Feeling disappointed with her career, she goes out of her way to investigate the cases nobody else wants to.

Note: This is part one of an idea I have been toying with! It takes place prior to the events of The Batman (2022) but is inspired by Robert Pattinson's Batman. Y/N, her, she is reader - I kept the physical descriptions to minimum.

Warnings: physical assault, brief/implied sexual assault (nothing graphic), swearing.

Word count: 7412

Y/N Pennyworth is the niece to Alfred Pennyworth, who has worked for the Wayne’s for many years – she even considered Thomas and Martha Wayne to be an aunt and uncle with how they happily welcomed her own family when they moved to town. They were often invited to family gathering and public events simply for being family to their butler.

The manor was busy and chaotic by 11:00pm that cold night in 1999; it seemed like the entire police department had shown up to help investigate the murder of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne. Bruce, who had been there when it happened, was escorted back to his home by the chief of police. Y/N, whose parents were away visiting family in Britain, had been sleeping on the sofa in the large living room when she was woken up by the panicked and worried voices of the staff.

Alfred rushed young Bruce, his dress clothes were stained with the bright red blood of his parents, into the living room. Y/N noted the puffy redness of her uncle’s eyes as he fought off his emotions so he could focus. “Stay here with Y/N, Bruce,” he commanded hurriedly, but kept a loving tone to his voice. “We need to take care of a few things before I can get you some new clothes.”

Bruce, looking detached and frozen, simply nodded and sat on the sofa. Y/N didn’t say anything, she’d heard enough of the conversations from the other room to understand what had happened. She sat next to her long-time friend and gently intertwined her fingers with his, squeezing his hand gently. He didn’t squeeze back, he just stared ahead as his mind attempted to accept what he had just lived through.

Eventually, the eight-year-old fell asleep, his head leaned against Y/N’s right shoulder. No one came to check on them; there was a specific protocol for each member of staff to follow in the event of the untimely deaths of their employer and it had sprung into action within minutes of the attack at the theatre. Y/N, though she certainly wasn’t a member of Wayne’s staff, allowed herself to think that her role was to comfort Bruce.

So that’s what she did, that night and the years following his parent’s death. She was right there, by Bruce’s side: she was the first one he talked to about what had happened; she stayed next him while he gave his statement to the police; she stayed next to him at the funerals; she stayed next to him at each public appearance his families name required.

Bruce was happy she was his friend through it all, he was happy she never pushed him or asked him more questions on it. She made him feel more alive slowly over the years, bringing back that small light that died with his parents. Even when Bruce went away to boarding school, when he returned home, it was like no time had passed.

Alfred, who was named Bruce’s legal guardian, had started Bruce on sparring lessons after he received a worrying letter from the Headmaster about Bruce’s attitude at school. It helped as Bruce learned to fight and put his anger into something new. Y/N watched most nights, memorized their movements, and practiced in the safety of her own home after she’d leave them. But it didn’t take long before she asked her uncle to teach her as well.

By the time Bruce settled into his secrete role as Batman, he and Y/N had fought together thousands of times. Alfred, not entirely happy with Bruce’s choice of vigilante lifestyle, supported him under the condition that he wouldn’t tell Y/N; he worried it would encourage her to follow a similar path. Bruce agreed, only because he knew after those first few months that he’d need someone to help stitch him up and who else could he trust other than the man who had stepped up to be his father.

Y/N went a different route with her life anyway. Her parents had moved their family out of Gotham before Y/N had even graduated high school, she attended university and got her degree in journalism before returning and joining the staff of ‘The Gotham Times’ as a photo journalist. She was early in her career which didn’t allow for many distractions. Bruce and her friendship suffered only slightly, it wasn’t uncomfortable between them but they didn’t know each other anymore, not like they used to.

Alfred had promised her parents to keep an eye on her in the busy city and forced Y/N to join him at the manor for a home cooked meal once a week. She agreed, mostly so she could see her long-lost friend again, who would sometimes join if he were feeling up to it. She never pushed, just as she never did when they were kids; she was happy to spend the time alone with her uncle.

Most of the dinner conversations each week focused on Y/N’s career: what stories she was working on, what stories she wants to write soon, what she will do to reach her goals, etc. Alfred was very proud of his niece, she seemed to love her position and was continuously getting praise from her bosses. But Y/N hid her own disappointment from him. She wasn’t doing the journalism that she wanted to do – she was fluff for the newspaper. They never gave her the big pieces, always putting her on assignments that called for her to interview people who found a chip that resembled the chief of police or their dog has the world record for the highest jump.

She went out of her way to collect her own stories, posting them anonymously when her boss would again skip over her for the job after assuming she didn’t have the guts to write it. That’s what she was doing now, working a story. She had gotten a job at the Iceberg Lounge under the pseudonym of ‘Lucy Porterfield’ in order to investigate a new drug that has hit the streets. She worked as a waitress and bartender, and even had proven herself enough to be a drug run for the Penguin himself. She always kept her ears open as she worked these shifts, taking mental note of the information she’d hear and then returning home to write all of her notes.

It was midweek, Wednesday, finally. Y/N worked on her articles from her work desk until 5pm; it was a simple day and nobody bothered her. She rushed about of the building by 5:02pm, she had to go to the store before heading to Wayne Manor for weekly dinner. Wednesday’s she always woke up and went to bed with butterflies in her stomach. She spent all week looking forward to the minor possibility of seeing Bruce, even if he just happened to walk through the kitchen as she cooked. The sight of him alone, alive and breathing, was enough to keep her going at her menial job for another week.

Today was no different, of course. She fidgeted anxiously with the paper grocery bags in her hands as she rode the subway towards the manor. She knew it was stupid, she knew he thought of her as his sister from his childhood, but she couldn’t erase the feelings she had developed over the years. She had thought after she moved away that maybe her school girl crush would fade. And when that didn’t work, she forced herself to go on handfuls of boring, soul draining dates just in hopes she’d meet someone who affected her the way Bruce did.

As she left the subway platform and started the short walk towards the manor, she mentally examined her outfit choices. She had decided on blue jeans that hugged her comfortably and a black turtle neck that would show an appropriate amount of her curves. She paired it with a dark brown woolen coat that stopped just above her ankle and black slip on boots that gave her just an inch of height.

It wasn’t much, and again she knew it was stupid to worry about what Bruce thought of her appearance. But she almost enjoyed the nervous pit she had every time she thought if he’d like the outfit or not. Y/N had her own codes to get through the main gate and into the service door that lead directly to the kitchen. This was the first thing Bruce ‘decided’ when Alfred decided he had reached the age to begin making decisions for the house. He’d wanted his best friend to be able to come and go as she pleased.

Y/N set the two grocery bags onto the counter and leaned against the door frame to remove her boots. Bruce, who had surprisingly woken up earlier than he normally would have after the night he had, was waiting to hear the door open in just the next room over. As soon as he knew Y/N was in the house, he made his way into the kitchen. He paused in the doorway, waiting to announce himself as he examined her.

So, yes, Bruce also had a crush on Y/N. He refused to admit it to anyone, wouldn’t even allow himself to imagine telling Y/N of his feelings or what sort of relationship they could have. He had convinced himself that after all the years and everything Y/N had seen him through, he surely already alienated himself for her. He was positive there was no way she’d ever learn to love him after she’d seen his grief and anger in such a first-hand point of view. That’s also what made it easier not telling her he was Batman, he already had practice with pushing her away.

He examined her, enjoying the way her hair fell in front of her face as she bent over to take her boots off, noting how her soft, small hands moved as she tugged off the shoe, before finally deciding to let her of his presence. “Hi, Y/N,” he breathed, his voice was still raspy with sleep and cracked from his long night before. She looked up at him with a surprised look on her face. After a beat of silence, a smile bloomed in replacement.

“Bruce!” Y/N greeted happily, setting her boots neatly onto the mat so she wouldn’t track rain water all over the kitchen. “How are you?” She stepped further into the kitchen as she examined him. He was comfortably dressed, wearing black joggers and a deep grey crewneck that barely managed to stretch around his thick biceps. She started to take her coat off, feeling her cheeks heat up as she looked at him – it would never not baffle her with how Bruce could make anything look attractive.

“Here, let me help,” Bruce quickly said as he approached and helped to tug the garment off her arms. “I am doing well, yourself?” He was happy he managed to catch these few moments with her before Alfred would monopolize the conversation, though he would enjoy that time as well.

He hung her jacket on one of the hooks just above her boots as she answered. “I am doing well, how is Wayne life? Busy recently?” She asked as she busied herself with taking the ingredients out of the grocery bags.

Bruce suppressed a sigh, he wasn’t as involved with the Wayne business as he implied to her when she returned to Gotham. “Oh, you know, always something,” he replied, he hoped she wouldn’t ask for details. He didn’t like to lie to her, unless as it was a lie of omission (like Batman), that was easier. He clocked an odd-looking bruise on her forearm as she stretched across the kitchen island to lay out her ingredients. “What happened here?” He asked as he stepped next to her and allowed his fingers to trace the shapes he could see, taking a secret joy in the feeling of her soft skin.

Y/N quickly tugged her sleeve down as she pulled her arm back. “You know me,” she smiled over at him, “I’m clumsy!” She quickly dodged his eyes as she folded the now empty bags in her hands. Bruce furrowed his brow together, from what he could tell that wasn’t a bruise that appeared from simply bumping into something. In truth, Y/N had received the bruise after one customer at the Iceberg Lounge had gripped her arm slightly too tight while attempting to flirt with her.

“See, the intention behind agreeing to teach you to fight was so you’d be more stable on your feet,” Alfred’s voice came from the door behind the two causing both of the to inhale sharply. “But you still seem to always come with new bruises.”

“Hi Alfie,” Y/N greeted, ignoring his jab about her poor coordination as she approached him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

“Hi, love,” he replied, grinning at her. “What’s for dinner this week?”

“I was thinking some chicken gnocchi soup! Dad’s recipe, of course,” Y/N replied as she rounded towards the sink to wash her hands. Bruce decided he’d need to find a time tonight to separate Y/N from Alfred so he could ask her about the bruises again, he knew she wouldn’t tell the truth with her protective uncle in the room.

“Would you happen to have enough for three tonight?” Bruce asked, smiling at Y/N as she dried her hands.

 She smiled and nodded, “Bruce, there is always enough for you.” She gave him a look, hoping he’d understand that she always wanted him to join these meals. Bruce knew what her eyes were saying immediately, but he only allowed himself to do this once a month; maybe two times if he was having a particularly hard time. He couldn’t allow himself too much time with Y/N, it only made his feelings more difficult to ignore, even though she made the pain easier.

They all chatted as Y/N cooked their dinner; Alfred would help with prepping ingredients or grabbing spices she’d needed but Bruce, being that he has never cooked himself a meal, simply sat and watched the pair together. Once the cooking was done, and three bowls were filled to the brim with the soup, they all walked together to the dining area and sat down.

“Well, Y/N, I talked to your father a few days ago, he said you’re dating an army man now?” Alfred asked after eating some of the soup, eyeing his niece. Y/N had a skill for convincing her parents everything was perfect for her here in Gotham, but it was Alfred’s job to confirm the stories she told. Bruce tensed at this new information, he felt a wave of jealousy rush through him as his jaw set tightly.

Y/N rounded her shoulder’s uncomfortably with a sigh. “I told him I had a date with an army guy, not that I was dating him,” she grumbled as she shoveled more food into her mouth.

“Is there a difference?” Alfred questioned, an oblivious look on his face. Y/N rolled her eyes, Bruce stifled a laugh. Alfred was old, though he didn’t always act it; he hadn’t been on the dating scene in a minute.

“Yes, Alfie, there’s a difference,” she replied as she thought back on the date with a shiver. He was nice at first, but the way he awkwardly complimented her before talking about woman as if they were accessories and not partners was a major turn off. “And I certainly would not want to be dating that man, so you can report back to dad that he has nothing to worry about and I am still happily single.” Alfred looked into his soup with a light blush, he was embarrassed that Y/N could tell he was just collecting information on her and relaying it back to her parents.

Bruce opened his mouth to say something, feeling more relaxed now that he knew Y/N was still single. He knew he’d someday need to accept that she would find someone who she loves and live a life without him, but he wasn’t ready to do that yet. He wanted to ask Y/N about the article he read of hers from last week when her phone rang from her pocket. She quickly pulled it out, Bruce watched her face light up slightly and ached to know who would have texted her.

“I, uh…” Y/N coughed slightly, pulling the phone into her chest and forcing a smile at the two men in front of her. “I need to leave, it’s work…” she trailed off as she quickly stood up. “This was a lot of fun, I will see you both next week!” She quickly rushed back into the kitchen and grabbed her personal items before heading outside so nobody could ask her questions. She had a contact at the morgue who would tell her of certain overdoses before they made it to the public record. There was a boy, a John Doe, who overdosed in the same way as 25 other victims who was found down by the pier. Y/N decided to make her way there to see if anything was left behind.

Bruce helped Alfred bring everything back to the kitchen before excusing himself to begin his own night-time job. It was easy for him to forget about Bruce Wayne when he put the body armor and cowl on, it was comfortable. He was happy to leave Bruce Wayne in this secret garage and comfortably allowed his more confident personality to shine through Batman.

Batman had a rotation of grids he used to patrol the city, tonight was Grid D which started him at the pier. He got onto his motorcycle and left the garage, and Bruce, behind. With the bike, the drive was only 15 minutes, though it could have gone faster if he hadn’t stopped to beat up and deliver a prick that was robbing a gas station to the police station. He hid the bike in an abandoned building before climbing to the top of it for a better vantage point of the scenes below.

There was a normal amount of illegalities surrounding the pier; drop heads getting high, gangs fighting amongst each other… But Batman was watching for something different. He chose carefully each night he went out, he needed to send a very specific message to a very specific group of criminals. He planned to stay and watch for another 10 minutes before moving towards his next grid. A taxi pulled up and dropped a woman off; this was the type of change he waited for. Batman crouched on the roof top slightly as he watched this newcomers’ movements.

Y/N had stopped at home and changed into more moveable clothes: black leggings and a black hoodie which she kept securely over her head for a sort of anonymity. She knew going to the pier at this time of night wasn’t smart, but she needed to see it before the authorities came through tomorrow to clean everything up. She kept an eye on her surroundings, some people already trying to follow her through the shadows, as she made her way to where the body was discovered.

She was next to the sea wall now, looking at the random mix of trash, bottles, and needles on the ground. She’d hoped there would be some sort of clue as to how the drug is ingested. She took a picture with her phone of the items that laid around where the body had been found. “Hey there, pretty,” a slurred voice came from behind her. She closed her eyes with a sigh as she turned around, a group of men surrounded her; she counted 7 of them. “What brings you out this late, gorgeous?”

She backed against the wall her heart starting to race in her chest. She could probably fight off these men, they all looked to be high or drunk meaning they’d be weaker. Batman watched the scene below, not moving yet, he wasn’t sure if this was an arranged meeting or a chance meeting. “Stay away from me,” Y/N warned, keeping her voice even. Some of the men laughed, another stepped closer to her.

“Why would we do that?” He smirked at her, grabbing her arm roughly. “You look real tasty.” Y/N rolled her eyes and punched him square in the nose, breaking it under her knuckles. The rest of the group lunged at her fast, they had been prepared for her to fight back. She held them off for longer than Batman had expected as he made his way towards the fight.

“Get the hell off me!” Y/N yelled as one of them men grabbed her from behind and another punched her gut. She quickly stomped on the foot behind her and twisted his arm back, dislocating his shoulder and sending him to the ground. The man who had punched her grabbed her throat roughly and held her against the wall.

Y/N, her hood now resting on her back so her face was exposed, clawed at the hand around her neck as he crushed her windpipe. He was stronger than her, and he wasn’t afraid to kill her like this if he needed to. As she struggled against him breathlessly, she watched something in his eyes flicker. He enjoyed this, he was getting off on it even. His free hand started to explore across her body as she choked out protests.

Batman ran faster towards the scene now seeing that this mysterious woman was restrained. As he got closer, he felt his heart drop and his brain struggled to comprehend what his eyes saw. Pinned against the wall, with a hand squeezing tightly around her neck, was Y/N. He worked fast to knock the men who had seen him coming unconscious but the man who was enjoying seeing Y/N’s face turn dangerously towards a blue color as he deprived her of oxygen, didn’t seem to care about the commotion behind him.

Batman ripped him off of her as soon as he was in reach, ignoring one of the other men who hit him in the back with a bat. Y/N collapsed, coughing and gasping, as her head spun from the lack of oxygen. Batman didn’t let himself waste time with the rest of the group, either knocking them out or injuring them enough to send them running away. Within a minute, he was kneeling in front of Y/N as panic surged through his veins.

“Are you alright?” His voice was deeper in the cowl out of habit, but now he forced it even lower; he couldn’t risk Y/N recognizing him as Bruce in the Batman suit. He swiftly pulled off his gauntlet and glove and pushed two of his fingers into the pulse at Y/N’s wrist to check her heart rate as she continued to sputter and gasp beneath him.

Y/N, ignoring the tears that had streaked down her face, finally looked up at the masked stranger that came to her aid. She was afraid to speak, but she needed to tell him she was okay. “Thank you,” she could barely get her voice above a whisper, and it cracked at the end of each word. She swallowed hard, squeezing her eyes shut at the pain. Batman helped her stand up, keeping his hand on her elbow incase she wasn’t strong enough to be on her feet.

“Let me get you to the hospital,” he said, still nervously examining her pale face. She shook her head at him, finally taking her first full and clear breath. His mind raced, he didn’t understand why Y/N would be here, why would she put herself in this sort of position.

“No,” she croaked, “I’m okay.” She looked at him again, his eyes were ocean blue underneath his dark black mask and makeup. “I can get myself home,” she finished, her voice still strained. She pushed away from him slightly, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to keep herself steady.

Batman bit his tongue when he almost said her name, and grabbed her arm again. “You really should get yourself checked out,” he nearly growled. He knew Y/N hated being taken care of though; even when her appendix burst when they were 11 years old, he had to tell Alfred because she didn’t want to cause drama.

Y/N rolled her eyes at the vigilante, “I am fine.” She stared at him now, did everyone he save have conversations with him? He examined her eyes, he could already see them turning pink as blood pooled behind them. There were gun shots in the distance now, he sighed silently as he closed his eyes. Y/N is alive, he reminded himself. She is alive and you need to take care of other things right now.

“Get home safe,” he grunted at her before jogging away towards the commotion of a different group. Y/N watched as he left before quickly making her way towards the main drag, she didn’t want any more unwelcome company for the night. After she found a cab and told the driver where to take her, she looked at the photos with a disappointed feeling in her chest. Tonight, was a major disappointment with no obvious tell as to what the drug was handed off in.

Batman worked his grid through the night, anxiously thinking about Y/N as he did. Her apartment was towards the end of the grid though, he couldn’t let himself check on her yet; the city needed him. Finally, around 5am, he was in her area. He climbed the rooftops until he saw her living room window. Relaxing slightly seeing the hood she had been wearing tossed over the edge of her sofa. This wasn’t the first time he checked on her, but it was the most important after last night. It was slowly becoming an addiction to end each of his nights by seeing her off to work safely.

Today wasn’t different. He sat in a spot positioned across from her building and watched as Y/N left her bedroom at exactly 5:30am. She didn’t sleep easily last night, only ended up falling asleep because her body won over her mind. She couldn’t look in the mirror yet, she knew she’d have her work cut out for her with covering bruises from last night. She made herself a cup of coffee before getting ready for the day.

She’d spent an extra 15 minutes getting ready today. She didn’t have a choice but to wear a turtle neck again today; her neck was black and blue. She settled for a tan turtle neck paired with black skirt, tights, and boots. She kept her hair down again, hoping it would help to cover more bruises. Thankfully, she would be working in the lab on photo development today and nobody would see her bloodshot eyes.

Batman waited until he saw her leave the building to quickly get to his bike and follow behind the taxi she got in. He stayed in the shadows, taking side streets when he needed to, and only relaxed once she was walking into the Gotham Times building before deciding to turn back towards his garage. He quickly took his contacts out, letting the images from the night download into his computer and rushed to take his armor off. Normally, he’d take a moment to watch the images and journal through the night but he had an idea on his drive home to see Y/N again and make sure she was okay.

“I’m home!” Bruce yelled as he came up the elevator into the main part of the manor. Alfred walked into the main hall with a confused look on his face as he watched Bruce jog up the stairs and towards the shower. It was abnormal behavior, Bruce knew that. But he didn’t have the time to care about what Alfred thought. He quickly washed the night off: the grimy dirt, the dried blood, the makeup. He tossed on black slacks and a white button up that he didn’t bother to finish the top two buttons of, an appropriate outfit for a public appearance as a Wayne.

Alfred was in the kitchen, aimlessly filing away paperwork he would have Bruce examine later after he slept, and was equally confused and surprised to see Bruce join him. “Bruce?” He asked watching the man anxiously go to the fridge. “Has something happened that I am unaware of?”

Bruce considered, for one weak moment, if he should tell Alfred about Y/N’s night but he decided he needed to figure out why she was there before tossing her to the dogs – he didn’t want to feel like he was tattling. “Pretty sure you’re aware of everything,” Bruce smiled at his dear friend after pulling out the container of leftovers from last night. “I am just going to run some errands.” Alfred pursed his lips but didn’t push the subject as Bruce rushed towards his less secretive garage. He assumed the playboy was off to meet a fling, maybe one he cared about slightly more than the other girls.

Y/N was happy to be in the dark room, she had a migraine from being deprived of oxygen last night and the florescent lights would not have helped. She absent-mindedly rotated the developing photographers in the developer while reading over some of the notes she’d taken on the drug case. The intercom beeped, indicating someone needed her for something. She groaned slightly but walked over to the door and clicked to button.

“What’s up?” She asked into the microphone, hoping it wasn’t anything too important.

“You have a visitor here to see you,” the front receptionist said in a kind voice. Y/N noted a small giggle in her tone and wondered who this visitor could be.

“Would you tell them I will meet them on the deck just outside the offices?” Y/N asked, she’d need an excuse to wear sunglasses so she could hide her eyes. She ended the call and grabbed her long black coat and sunglasses before heading out of the development room and up the elevator to the 12th floor where the offices lived.

As she walked outside, she glanced around wondering who would be coming to her work until she found the eyes of Bruce who smiled and waved at her. Y/N smiled softly, no wonder the receptionist was giggly; the billionaire, whose reputation as a playboy stuck with him everywhere he went, Bruce Wayne, was standing right in front of her. Y/N tucked her hands into her jacket as she walked over to him, she didn’t need him seeing the bandages wrapped around her knuckles. “Bruce?” She asked, her voice was rough and coarse, it was obvious something was wrong.

Bruce frowned hearing her, “are you okay?” He noted the high turtle neck and sunglasses she wore and felt a strange relief. He didn’t know how he’d handle seeing her hurt in that way. He forced his eyes to stop from trailing down her body. He had already noted how attractive she looked when she stepped out onto the deck, and he couldn’t risk her seeing his desire this close.

“Yeah,” Y/N smiled, trying to brush him off with a laugh that got caught in her throat. “I woke up with just the worst sore throat today. Probably caught some bug that’s going around. What are you doing here?”

“Well, you left so fast last night you couldn’t grab your leftovers,” he spoke slowly, he was trying to figure out how to lead the conversation how he needed it to. He needed her to tell him what happened without him asking her.

“You didn’t need to come all the way here for that,” she replied with a smile as she took the container from him.

He brushed her off with a small wave, “I was running errands anyway. Now you have lunch.” Y/N nodded and awkwardly turned her body trying to single that she was ready for the conversation to end. Bruce wasn’t ready though: “What articles are you working on right now?” He asked, casually leaning himself on the railing next to him.

Y/N sighed as she looked at him, “I’m actually working on film development for this week’s release – nothing exciting.”

"Okay, then next week, any articles?” Bruce pushed. The obvious guess was that she was working on an article; it would be a big jump for what she has typically been putting out, plus she didn’t have her camera with her last night.

“Listen, Bruce, I really enjoy chatting with you,” Y/N said, more bitterness in her voice than she intended. “But all of my deadlines were pushed up, I have to get back to work.” Bruce furrowed his brow at her, she’d never been so dismissive with him before.

“Of course,” he said after a long beat of silence. “Can I walk you back to your desk?” He smiled at her and motioned a hand forward.

“No, I’m good,” Y/N replied before walking away. Bruce stared at her back as she left, he felt a small tinge in his chest. Her actions hurt, that’s for sure, but it was worry that overwhelmed him. He wasn’t sure if this reaction was work stress, or was it because of what happened last night? Were there other nights that he wasn’t there and she’d gotten hurt? His mind raced as he drove back to the manor, guilt filling every single one of his bones.

Two days later, Y/N was back at the Iceberg Lounge. Her bruises looked worse now, but it didn’t matter, the men there would see them an assume it meant she would let them do anything to her. She wore a tight black mini dress that would sparkle when the light caught it right, and a pair of black heels. She blew her hair out and did her makeup thick; she’d learned within the first month of working here that the sexier she looked, the looser lipped people became.

The Iceberg Lounge was a popular hangout spot for a lot of people. Drug lords, dirty cops, dirty politicians, rapists, murders… anyone who wanted a place to do their bad things under non-judgmental supervision. The Penguin didn’t have many rules, only if you kill someone you don’t do it in the club. Y/N’s night was passing quite fast, she’d even managed to get some information from one of the cops that had come in on how the overdoses were intentionally being hidden from the media.

She only had 30 minutes left of her shift when she was delivering a drink order to a table of drug pushers. One of them had been eyeing her all night, normally when she saw this she’d trad tables with another girl; but since they were drug pushers, she had to hope he’d slip and give her some information.

“Here you are, boys,” Y/N smiled as she set the drinks in front of each of them. “Is there anything else I can get you for?” She gently rested a hand on the shoulder of the man closest to her, winking at him. The man who had been staring at her, who also seemed to be the leader of the pack, slowly stood up. “What’s up, baby?” She asked, blinking her eye lashes at him and she stepped over to him.

He smirked at her and gently grabbed her waist, pushing her against the wall behind him. Y/N would have protested, but he’d been so gentle with his movements that she had no reason to worry yet. “You,” the man slurred, tucking some of her hair behind her ear before letting his fingers trail across the bruises on her neck. “Are a beautiful woman.”

“Why thank you,” Y/N smiled at him. “What do you do for work, hon?” She carefully snaked a hand across his chest.

“That doesn’t matter, sweetheart,” he slurred as his hand traced down to her chest now, the other still gripping onto her hip. She grunted softly as he roughly grabbed her left breast.

“I’d prefer we didn’t do this,” she croaked, pushing against his chest now.

“Shut up,” he said, slapping her across the face. She gasped and pushed harder against his chest now.

“Get off of me!” She yelled, straining her voice. His friends laughed as they watched what was happening and his hand finding a spot between her thighs now. “Fucking asshole!” Y/N groaned, punching him hard enough in the jaw to hear the bone snap and bringing her knee up into his groin. He doubled over in pain and Y/N quickly took the opportunity to walk away and rushed into the back room where the liquor was stored.

Her hands were shaking as she sunk down against the floor, feeling the tears stinging in her eyes. She spent the last 15 minutes of her shift there, allowing silent sobs to escape her body, before heading to the locker room and grabbing her items.

She happily allowed the cold rain to brush against her skin and wash that man’s skin away as she stepped into the alley behind the lounge. She started to walk down the alley, towards the main drag where she would get a taxi, when a hand clasped around her mouth. “You’re a fucking cunt,” the familiar slur filled her ear, thicker now that he couldn’t move his jaw. Her eyes widened and she started trying to fight against him.

She escaped his arms but he quickly punched her in the side of the head. Y/N groaned and followed up with a punch to his ribs, feeling the bone crack. The man grunted and mirrored her actions, punching her hand enough to break more than one rib and send her to her knees. He grabbed her by the hair and punched her face multiple times. Y/N’s vision blurred from both pain and blood, she yelled out as he busted her lip and sent another blow into her gut.

He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, Y/N forced herself to stand up and quickly grabbed his head and pounded it into the brick next to them. He fell to the ground unconscious within a second of the blow. Y/N ran, she didn’t care to check that he wouldn’t bleed out, she knew someone would find him.

She ran all the way back to her apartment before the pain started to catch up to her. She grunted, leaning against the brick of her building. She didn’t want to be alone, she needed someone to help stich up some of her injuries, she needed her uncle. She quickly hailed a taxi, keeping her head down as she got in.

Bruce had returned home early that night and already had rid himself of all things Batman. A drop head had found the inconvenient gap in Batman’s body armor and sunk a knife in a little too deep. He was sitting in the living room while Alfred worked on stitching the gash in his abdomen. It was 2am, neither of the men had been expecting any visitors when they heard the service door open from the kitchen. No alarms went off so it was somebody who used a code.

Alfred was busy cleaning the blood off his hands and hiding the evidence of the medical procedure, while Bruce walked over to the kitchen entrance. He pulled his shirt on just as whatever visitor flipped the lights and his jaw dropped at the site. “Y/N?” His voice was panicked as he rushed over to her. Y/N leaned herself against the door frame, one hand cradling her side where her broken ribs were.

“Bruce,” she whispered, groaning slightly at the feeling. “I need Alfie…”

“Alfred!” Bruce yelled, gently scooping Y/N up in his arms and walking with her back to where Alfred was. Y/N blushed at the contact, leaning her head against Bruce’s muscular chest sleepily.

“Y/N?” Alfred’s voice was filled with fear as he saw his niece bloody and beaten. Bruce laid her on the sofa and Alfred rushed to assess her injuries. “Who did this to you?”

Y/N shook her head, and pushed her self to sit up. “Just stitch my hand, and my forehead,” she whispered, leaning her back against the sofa now. She cradled her ribs still with a grunt, “I may have some broken ribs though…”

Alfred would ask questions later when she wasn’t losing blood. He quickly numbed the areas and started to expertly close the open wounds. Bruce anxiously paced in front of the fire place while he watched Alfred work, he would also wait until she was okay but as soon as he knew who did this he would be beating them to a pulp.

Y/N started to feel better after Alfred had given her a small dose of morphine.  She could breathe more evenly and used the damp rag he had given her to wipe the blood from her face while he stitched the cuts on her knuckles. “Y/N,” Alfred said, keeping his voice stern but calm. “You need to tell me what is going on, right now.” He cut the surgical thread once his last stitch was finished. Noting that he was done, Y/N stood up.

“Nothing is going on, I handled it,” she said, moving to look at herself in the mirror nearby. She examined the injuries, both new and old, that covered her face.

“Your neck is bruised, but not from tonight,” Alfred pointed out as he stood up straight. “You obviously have been fighting tonight, did you know them?”

“No, Alfie,” Y/N sighed, “I did not know them. I’m going to go home and rest now.” She turned towards the front door, she didn’t want to answer anymore questions.

“Enough,” Bruce spoke, his voice was harsh and dark. Y/N turned to look at him, shocked. “Tell us what the hell happened, now.”

She examined his face and noted the look she had only seen once before; he wasn’t going to let her leave without answering their questions. She looked at her uncle next, the worry and fear on his face broke her heart. She sighed and closed her eyes, swallowing hard as she prepared to tell them the truth. “I work at the Iceberg Lounge,” she admitted, Alfred stepped forward confused. “Well, I don’t… Lucy does. I’m a waitress and I do hospitality.”

“Why?” Alfred asked, needing to sit on the sofa as the shock washed through him.

“There’s a new drug,” Y/N sighed, starting to pace. “I go to the lounge and collet information for my articles.”

“What happened tonight then? Who—” Bruce’s voice caught in his throat. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath to center himself. “Who did this to you?”

“I don’t know who it was. I served him a drink and when he made certain advances, I broke his jaw…” Y/N avoided the eyes of the men in the room as she explained. “After I left, he met me in the alley and well,” she motioned over her body. “After a bit of a fight, I knocked him out and came here.”

“You are quitting that job tomorrow,” Alfred commanded after a whole 2 minutes of silence.

Y/N snorted slightly, “I am not.”

"It wasn’t a request, Y/N!” Alfred yelled, his anger getting the better of him. “You will not be risking your life in this way!”

“I did not become a journalist to take pictures of Gotham’s celebrities and write about what they and their fucking dogs are wearing!” Y/N shouted back at him, ignoring the pain this caused. “I became a journalist to inform people what is happening in their city, their neighborhood, or up the block from them! I became a journalist to touch the lives in my little corner of the world and to help people!” Alfred and Bruce both watched her shocked, they hadn’t expected such fight from her especially with her injuries. “I love you, both of you, but people are dying out there; people that have nobody to care about them. There is nothing either of you can say or do to stop me.”

As soon as the door slammed to a shut behind Y/N, Alfred looked at Bruce. “I don’t care what you have to do,” he stepped towards him. “You keep my niece safe, understood?” Bruce gave one nod in agreement. He knew in his bones that he would never rest until he ensured Y/N would be safe.  

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#bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #battinson #battinson x reader #bruce wayne x y/n #the batman #the batman 2022 #robert pattinson x yn #robert pattinson #the batman fanfic #battinson fanfiction #alfred pennyworth #blood in the truth

[themurderofcrowscollective]

Bruce tends to have depression days, both minor and major. Everyone knows by now that he hardly opens up and shows the weakest side of him, making sure that his duty and his job help others before helping himself. Yeah he goes to therapy, he tries to keep himself going with the support of others and tries his damned hardest but even the dark knight can't do everything continuously without breaking every once in a while. Yes he has his family, his employees at Wayne Industries and the Justice League but he needs to wind down and stay in bed all day once in a while. And who comes to his aid by hearing him softly say he just needs him? Yep, Clark Kent. Alfred is already used to hearing the familiar knocking on the door so he even gave Clark a copy of the key to the manor whenever he's called by Bruce. Once he gets to the bedroom, Clark already knows that Bruce just needs a good long week of him and Clark only. No one else, just him and Clark. Day one is just Clark arriving with a bag full of a week's worth of clothes and necessities, plopping down onto the bed with Bruce and snuggling him all day. They are total opposites; Bruce's a night owl and Clark's a morning person, one's grumpy in the morning and the other's happy and cheerful, but on a week like this? They're perfect for each other. Day two is spent with the two being Lazy Dads, Clark's kids visiting and also staying over with the batkids while Bruce and Clark take naps together or watch movies/shows on Netflix together. Day three consists mostly of sleep, possible fun times (if you get what I mean *wiggles eyebrows*) and no one else being in the manor. Cause y'know. Yeah you know. Day four and five consists of them cuddling more, napping more and having small talks together. Day six is reading in the garden, going out to eat and sleeping in the library. Day seven is mostly the day Bruce hates the most, cause Clark's leaving but Bruce is feeling better and not so stuck in a rut. He and Clark spend the day together, they eat out and have more possible fun times (*more eyebrow wiggling*) before things go back to normal. Had this week not happen, Bruce would be listening to Lana Del Rey's sad songs while drinking wine and being melodramatic to fit the mood. Cause he's a Wayne and I personally believe every Wayne is dramatic (like Martha and Thomas)

#superbat #batman x superman #superman x batman #bruce wayne #clark kent #batfam #ghost goes ooooh #now i'm in the mood for some smut fanfics #dammit

[bruciemilf]

Gone girl Thomas Wayne?? What? I am intrigued

And frightened

HOOOOO OJAH. OKAY. OKAY.

so first and foremost Martha and Thomas had a lovely marriage and they loved eachother so much and I really don't want to change that at all, because hey, you actually CAN have a morally questionable couple without them hating eachother and treating their spouses like shit

But it's specifically about Thomas. It's about the way he loved Martha enough (in the context of The Batman) to get an innocent person killed?

(PS. i just find it hard to believe Thomas wouldn't expect Carmine to appeal to extreme measures. The guy's a mafia head. )

It's just. Oh. oh. It's " The world starts and ends with you" its " Whatever monster I am, I'm a monster that loves you'' " I'm made wrong and you're the only thing that fits me"

There's a very big part of Martha who bathes in the worship and thieves like flowers sunbathing, but a deeper, more awake part of her knows this isn't right; Nothing in Gotham ever is. There's a always a price and a punishment.

" That man didn't deserve to die."

" Yeah, well, you didn't deserve five weeks in that hell hole these politicians call a hospital, but it happened. There's nothing we can do about it it now."

" Can, or won't?"

"I don't feel bad about it. And you can't make me."

"You're such a monster sometimes, Tommy, --"

"Yeah? I'm the monster you married. I'm a reflection of what you want and what you desire, weather or not you say it out loud. And I'm not a coward. I'm that monster that loves you. And I killed for you. Who else can say that?

You think you'd be happy with some good, mediocre Christian boy? No way, baby. I'm it. And you're the same as me. Or you would've been gone five murders ago. Your dark matches my dark. That's not nothing."

It's about the sensual, gripping, monstrous allure of the male inanity if it was just written the right way. What makes male derangement so attractive isn't necessarily the disregard for law and morality, but that skin deep devotion that rebells against both.

Basically Thomas was so sexy

#claims to like crazy girls #thomas wayne #martha wayne #dc #god the way i need to talk abt thomas doing the same for alfred but thomas being chaotic good and evil at the same time is so so so- #the most characterization of all time i'll make a chart actually

[bluemoonwolf17]

Lucifer damn! I have gone down a rabbit hole of DP x DC Au's, and no. I'm not mad about this! (OK, that's a tiny lie. I have three docs of TFP fandom that I need to finish) But anyway, I've had this idea, and yes, imma type it out since I have nothin' better to do anyway.

Also, this was loosely inspired by this amazin' writer Space-Dreams-World

And this is the thin' that inspired my dumbass to write Here!

Oh, and before I forget, I don't precisely remember how the comics go, so I'll probably just pull stuff outta my ass and call it a day (But hey, that's what Au's are for), but if it bothers you sorry, there's waaaay too much Batman lore and don't get me started on the Re-boots!

(I hope I didn't butcher your original idea too much, but I did say your writings loosely inspired this!)

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Danny, after comin' out to his parents that he's Phantom, didn't go too hot, but hey! he has multiple plans! He just didn't want to use this one...After all, who wants to live in a new dimension? He's also glad that he waited until he turned twenty-one so that he could actually leave.

Thanks to Sam siphonin' money outta her parent's money for him for years and Tucker makin' a new identity for him, a bonus is that if he went to a different dimension, it still worked!

In the end, it's better than bein' on a table in the GIW labs after his Mom turned him to said government, But it's actually not that bad. He met a cool guy named Thomas Wayne, who is really chill (Also not bad-lookin). He's been In this world for probably three years now.

He met Thomas a couple of months after he dropped into this world and set up his new name, Daniel (Danny) Nightingale. He even met his wife, Martha Wayne, And he moved into their place two years ago after he had a break-in. And it's been goin' great at this point. He's probably bein' healed hostage by both Waynes and Alfred. He's cool with it, tho!

They were even cool with him bein' a half-ghost and the King of the infinite realms, and why they found out? It was Skulker's fault. I mean, come on, who comes in at dinner and claims that he wants your pelt on his wall...Oh, wait! Skullker did. Yeah, it wasn't fun explainin' that it's just how he greets Danny after all these years and that he just wanted to have a friendly spar.

Then, one day, the Waynes learned somethin' that broke Danny's heart. Martha and Thomas were havin' a hard time gettin' pregnant they later learned that it was because Thomas was infertile.

One day, Both Martha and Thomas asked him a favor. They asked if he would be okay with helpin' them get pregnant. He's not gonna lie. It was a shocker, but he understands that he does look like Thomas a bit, and people have even called them brothers.

It also helped him out when he told them that he didn't mind helpin' them out, and since they were on the topic, he said to them that he had a little crush on both of them. They both blushed red as a tomato and told him they felt the same. They didn't really understand how it worked.

Yes, he did explain that more than one person could be in a relationship that it was called Polyamory and that he has experience with it. He dated a girl and a guy simultaneously before leaving his universe, and it worked out in the end. He started to date both of the Waynes, and Martha got pregnant with a baby boy!

All three of them were over the moon with that news, and after baby Bruce was born, both Thomas and Martha decided that he was a Wayne now, so officially, he's now Danny Nightingale-Wayne, but to outsiders, he's still just Nightingale.

Even then, the only person who knows is Alfred. When Bruce was learnin' to talk and ended up callin' him Da, he told them he was fine just bein' Bruce's Godfather or uncle. That didn't go well, so Danny is Pa, and Thomas is Dad.

Bruce didn't understand why he couldn't call Danny Pa out in public or around friends until Danny sat him down and explained that it was a secret that he was his Pa and to the world, he was just his Godfather and if anyone knew that he's was his Pa it could be bad for the family.

After the talk, Danny somewhat made a game out of it that Bruce was a super secret spy and that it was his job to protect the family (I haven't really thought of this, but I thought it would be cute) And Bruce did keep it a secret until his Mom and Dad where killed.

Danny was supposed to go with them to the movies until the Observants demanded that he return to the infinite realms for a council meetin'. While Danny was tryin' not to freeze every observant in the room for bein' straight up annoyin', he heard Bruce scream for his Mom and Dad. He then listened to his pained hiccups for his Pa to come and help them.

Danny froze. The room he was in got much colder as his core demanded him to protect his son, and he was also cryin' for his lover's death. Ice shards spread out in the room, makin' the occupants yell out in shock at what their King had done. Danny then stood up, and with a protective/pained growl, he tore open a portal and went to his son, leavin' the room in chaos.

He couldn't stop the pained whimpers from his mouth when he got there. His son, his little Galaxy, was cryin' over his parent's bodies. Danny's brightest Nebulas, his lifeline after he left his old home, was dead. Without a second thought, Danny de-transformed and quickly grabbed Bruce and held him close.

Bruce quickly grabbed onto his Pa and bawled his eyes out, sayin' how he was sorry that he couldn't save them, how he tried to protect them, how his shield failed, and that he couldn't heal them as Danny taught him.

(I think Bruce, while not bein' as ghostly as Danny, still could do more than the average liminal could. He would have a small ghost core. So he could technically make shields, and I like to think that Danny learned how to push his rapid healin' onto others and started to teach Bruce when he started to show signs of bein' a bit ghostly)

Danny shushed him and told him that he tried his best and that was all that mattered while havin' tears drip down his face. That was how the police found the two Danny sittin' on his knees while huggin' the cryin' Bruce into his chest, tryin' to hide the poor boy from the world.

Most people did accuse Danny of killin' the two until Bruce screamed at them, sayin' that his Godfather loved his parents and that he would rather hurt himself than harm his parents. Alfred also spoke up, sayin' that Danny has never tried to harm the Waynes and even pushed them out of the way if anythin' harmful ever came close to the family.

They dropped the accusation a week later after the police did indeed find out that Danny was nowhere near the scene of the crime, that he was at the airport gettin' back from somewhere, and that the only reason why Danny found them was because Thomas sent him an SOS and their location. (He's grateful that Tucker taught him how to hack)

After everythin' calmed down and Danny had full custody of Bruce, he spent most of his time in the manor with Bruce and Alfred, only goin' to the realms if he absolutely had to, and he started to teach Bruce more about his ghostly side per Bruce's request.

Bruce took more to the sneaky part of the ghost side. Danny also suspected that Bruce might have a shadow core or somethin' related to darkness. Bruce did have fun. He Bruce would try and sneak up on his Pa and Alfred. Danny suspected Alfred knew when Bruce was around and tryin' to get a drop on him. It wouldn't surprise Danny if it were true.

Everythin' was as normal as could be...Until Bruce went missin', Danny almost destroyed the manor with ice. Alfred did manage to calm him down after a while. Danny was heartbroken that he couldn't find anythin' for him or Alfred, but he could tell that Bruce was fine.

About a week after Bruce disappeared, he had no choice but to go back to the infinite realms for short to long periods of time as the Obervents demanded since his son disappeared and since Danny knew that he was safe somewhere in the dimension.

Yeah, he wasn't really pleased with that demand, but then again, messin' with those floatin' eyeballs bastards is good, but messin' with them durin' a meetin'? Even better, and hey, at least he got his frustration out.

At this point, it was probably a good couple of years since Bruce disappeared, and he did have a lot of fun pissin' off the Observents durin' one of the Obervent's "informative" meetings when he felt a pull on his core. Oh? A summon? It's been ages since the last.

When he let himself get pulled toward his "summoner" (and probably pissin' off the eyeball bastards even more), he found himself in a room with a summonin' circle under him, one that he noted didn't bind him just summoned him. He looked around the room and noticed that it had windows that showed space.

Before he would let himself delve into one of his obsessions, he looked down and almost groaned out when he saw a blond man with a trench coat. Great...John Constantine, the man who sold his soul to every damn thin' in the infinite realms, has summoned him? Mann, he already has 75% of his soul.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say somethin' whitty towards the man, he felt somethin'. He felt his core try and pull him towards somethin'. Danny moved his eyes from the blondie and saw somethin' black move more into the shadows.

Danny narrowed his eyes. That action was so familiar to Danny. He then raised his hand and snapped his finger, lightin' up the room he was in with green flames. He heard some alarmed shouts and a curse from the blondie, but he paid no attention to them. His eyes were on the man in the black cowl.

The man noticeably stiffened, and a sheepish smile spread on his face. What? It couldn't be. Danny floated down to the ground and walked over to the man. He could tell that the man was fidgetin' more the closer he got to him until Danny stood before him. The man was a bit shorter than him, but then again, he was 8 feet tall in this form and 7 feet in his human one.

He could feel the emotions comin' off of him: anxiety, family, and happiness. Danny felt his eyes whidden and a lump in his throat form it was! He felt water buildin' up in the corners of his eyes. He then spoke out two words he thought he might never hear again.

"Little Galaxy?" he crocked out. The man stiffened for a second, then relaxed. "Yeah, it's me, Pa," Bruse said with a smile, his voice crackin' a little. Oh, ancients! His son! he found his son, his little Galaxy.

Danny fell to his knees, grabbed Bruce, and hugged him just like he would when Bruce was younger. Bruce quickly wrapped his arms around Danny and curled into his chest.

"Oh, my little Galaxy! Where have you been!? And why in the realms would you just disappear like that! You gave me and Mister A a heart attack!" Danny scolded.

He could feel the guilt off of Bruce in waves. "I'm sorry, Pa, I just-" Danny sighed when Bruce couldn't finish his sentence. Danny understood he wanted to get revenge for his Mom and Dad. He truly understood. After all, he tried to find the person but never could finish findin' them before the council called on him.

Danny was about to speak before a throat clearin' got his attention. He looked over to the sound and saw a woman. By the looks of it, she was an Amazonian, and right next to her was a man with an S on his chest, a Kryptonian? They looked calm, but he could see the subtle way they held themselves. They were goin' to attack if they saw him as a threat.

Danny smiled. It seemed that Bruce got himself some good friends...? that's not the correct term, so he looked a bit closer at the two. He then promptly lost his shit. His laugh startled everyone. When he finally calmed down, he turned to his son, wiggled his eyebrows, and tilted his head towards the two somewhat behind him.

Bruce coughed into his fist, and Danny would bet that he was blushing from the tip of his ears down to his neck. Subtley nodded his head. Danny snorted, then stood up and brought Bruce to his side. Yeah, he's not lettin' his son go any time soon, thank you very much! "Ahem, please forgive my rudeness." Danny tilted his head down a bit towards the two.

Blondie decided to speak up. "What in the blood hell?" Danny snorted at the man. "Ah, again, forgive. I haven't seen this kid in a while," he said to the room.

Bruce coughed into his hand. Everyone turned their heads towards him, "Justice League, If I may, this is Phantom or, as I like to call him, Pa." Danny tried not to laugh. Bruce seemed a little troublemaker even though he was all grown up.

Everyone in the room froze until the Kryptonian spoke up. "Batman, what the hell? I thought that...." he questioned, then trailed off at the end. Danny snorted Batman? Oh, he's totally bringin' that up soon, but first...

Danny put a hand to his core and fanned hurt. "Oh, the pain! My son never told his friends about me? I'm betrayed!" he floated onto his back, playin' hurt.

The woman snorted into her hand, and Bruce groaned quietly. "Oh, this makes so much sense now," Constantine muttered. While still on his back, Danny raised an eyebrow and then looked toward Bruce. The Man subtly tilted his head to show that he also had no clue what the man in the trench coat meant.

"What is the supposed to mean, Constantine?" the Amazonian woman spoke to the man.

Blondie just sighed and took a flask out of his pocket and took a large gulp, then spoke, "I thought that you could tell Bats has more... Supernatural tendencies, so it makes sense if Bats grew up around the King of ghosts." he told the League "I'm just more curious how he met him" Constantine sighed.

"How he/I met him/me? We met when I/he was born!" Danny and Bruse spoke at once.

Constantine spat his drink out. "Wait, what!?... Y'know what, never mind, So KIng Phantom knew Bat's parents then when he was born became a liminal, " Constantine muttered. Danny then righted himself and wrapped his arm around Bruce once more.

"Actually, you're wrong, Galxay here is part ghost!" Danny informed the League with a Smile, Showin' too much inhuman teeth. After some silence, the woman spoke up. "If I may, what does that mean, your Highness?" she spoke calmly.

"Ah, please just call me Phantom! It also means that Galaxy is 3/4 Part ghost? Maybe a bit more? He does feel a bit different than the last time I saw him, but then again, his core was still growin'," he said, trailin’ off at the end.

Constantine threw his hands up in the air and then froze. He slowly looked at the two. "Wait...Bats, does that mean that Phantom is your Birth father?" Constantine asked with his hands twitchin' like they wanted to grab somethin'.

Every head turned towards Batman and Danny, and the two looked at each other and then at the Leauge, "Yes," they spoke as one. "HOW!?" most of the League shouted. Danny shrugged. "Eh, this was before I dated' both his parents. We learned his other Dad was infertile, and that was sort of the openin' that we needed to explain that we three liked each other. Ultimately, it worked out fine, so a win is a win!".

The League turned their heads to Batman and said the man nodded yes, that what came out of the ghost King's mouth was true.

That day, the Justice League was out of order and needed a proper reboot, and yes, Danny did indeed have the time of his un-dead life. Afterward, he even got to meet his son's lovers.

While the four were together, Danny brought up that poly and vigilantism must run in the family or somethin' so off-handedly that it had Clark and Diana laughin'. Bruce just grumbled at his Pa.

After that shit show of a reunion, Bruce took Danny back to the manor. He caught up with Alfred, and they made a plan that would remind Bruce that if he ever disappeared again and scared the shit out of them again, he was goin' to regret it. Bruce havin' no clue as to what they were talkin' about and frankly didn't want to know promised himself never to piss off his two parents again.

(Bruce still sees Alfred as a father figure. Danny did an excellent job bein' home every day, but sometimes the Observents won in their crusade.

They demanded that Danny be present in their meetings at least once a week, and of course, they could and would go on for days about their topic, even if it was a stupid one, just to keep him there.

And if some of them got put on ice just by suggestin' that he left his son to the mortals to be raised, it was no one's business but Danny's.)

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Okay, so this was supposed to be a bit longer, and it would have Danny meetin' Dick and then later Jason, but I decided to split it in half-ish, and if the people want to see the rest of my crappy writin', then I might share it.

I also mainly wanted to get this out and see how it went cause I am very happy with how most of this turned out. I am also runnin' out of motivation so~ but hey, I hoped you liked it!

Part 2 to this shit show!

#danny phantom #batman #bruce wayne #the justice league #ghost king danny #Danny is Bruce's Dad #I Have No Idea What I'm Doing #dpxdc #dc x dp #crossover #Haha I'm tired :) #I have Another Half-ish Of This

[frownyalfred]

damn everyone out here today to cause pain and angst eh?

How would all the bat kids react you think? Like here are these people who are their grandparents but only by virtue of being their Dads parents they've only ever heard of them through memories shared, and the portraits in the house etc but they're more familiar with their memorials than the people themselves; the Martha Wayne charity foundation; the Thomas Wayne wing(s) in the hospital; and the biggest one of all, the reason for Batman existing and thus what has shaped a big portion of their lives. Sure with some of the kids they may have done some form of vigilantism themselves in a world without Batman, but not at the same level and not to the extent that their lives have been shaped by it.

And now these people are real and tangible and not just a memory and idea anymore, and they're technically supposed to be grandma and grandad but they're younger than Dad. Their dad who they can see is pulling himself in tight, restricting and restraining and holding himself back from who he actually is. And no matter how happy Bruce is that they're alive the kids can see how it hurts him. And like it was talked about before w the Clark/Lois stuff would the kids close ranks? Bc despite any interpersonal issues or current fighting the batfamily is fiercely protective of their own, and Martha & Thomas are family, but at the same time they're not truly Family yet (?)

The very first thing I thought of actually was okay they get all the initial shock and reunions and identity verification over with and it's been a very long and taxing experience so everyone is heading to bed and they'll figure out what happen next in the morning. Except. Bruce probably sleeps in the master bedroom, why wouldn't he at this point? And the manor has more than enough rooms for everyone but how do you even go about that discussion? It's Martha and Thomas's room but also it hasn't been for decades. Do you have your newly resurrected parents sleep in their familiar and yet completely unfamiliar room the first night back? If they say a guest room is fine should you as their son insist that they have their room that's been yours for decades now back? Does this cross anyone's minds before they all decide to head to bed and Bruce and T&M all go to the same room?

OOOOOF. Okay yeah, kind of in line with the cheating fic — I kind of want to write a fic now where Martha and Thomas come back and it ISN’T all sunshine and tearful reunions. It’s awkward and defensive and ultimately unsustainable.

Because where do you go from there? With Bruce holding himself back, the batkids closing ranks, and Alfred awkwardly trying to mediate Martha and Thomas who are becoming increasingly suspicious and confused? Maybe they don’t agree with this new Gotham. Maybe they’re even disappointed, something that would probably cripple Bruce even just temporarily.

#asks #thanks for jumping in and increasing the pain lmao #bruce wayne #batman #dc #batfamily

[gffa]

Dick sneaks out to chase down a case about missing girls that Batman and Robin have been working on, ending up solving the case and freeing the girls by himself, while Alfred frets with worry about how Dick's putting himself in danger and throwing away his youth on this crusade and how he puts so much on his young shoulders. And now I'm thinking about just how many times I've seen Alfred step in and steer Bruce towards a gentler demeanor when dealing with Dick's determination to go down this path's crusade. How often we talk about Bruce could not have stopped him from it, that Robin was a leash on the kid, rather than putting Dick in harm's way for his own need to fight criminals--but the same is true of Alfred. He watches that kid, he worries about him, he's afraid that Dick is throwing away the years of his youth on this fight and if he'll regret, he never relaxes because he knows Dick's two seconds away from sneaking out to go fight people grown adults who are legitimately trying to kill him. But Alfred also sees the same thing Bruce does--that they're not going to stop someone that determined. And Alfred sees even further than Bruce does sometimes, in that Dick's desperate to prove to Bruce that he can be trusted to do this job, to justify the trust Bruce has placed in him, and that Bruce needs to gentle himself with the kid, even when he's terrified that Dick could have gotten himself hurt. Yeah, Dick put himself in danger without Batman there to watch over him, but he did it for the same reason that Bruce started this path, too. That Bruce didn't put that spark of angry need for justice in that kid, Dick came by that all on his own, the night his parents were murdered, and neither Bruce nor Alfred were pulling him into something that he didn't want, they were instead giving him shape and form to channel that need. Alfred has never liked this choice of theirs, to dress up in costumes and go punch criminals in the face, but he doesn't stand by out of passivity, but instead because he recognizes that Dick was going to do something and this was the best he could do to help shape the kid into something that would survive it. Including stepping in to help him behind Bruce's back or straight up saying, "Yeah, I helped him and you are going to be gentle with him, because that kid is desperately trying to prove himself to you and you're the only stability he has and you of all people should know what he's feeling about needing to help people." Alfred can't force either of them into a life that he would prefer for them, he can only help provide guard rails on the roads they've chosen, but what a difference that has made for them both. I love Bruce and Dick's relationship, I love it because the question of, "Where do you take a character who fights crime because of the trauma of his lost parents?" has a fascinating answer in, "You have him--step by painful step--grow into being a parent himself, learning to open himself up to being gentle with people he loves and fears losing, to learn to trust those he loves even though they might die." and, when Dick's own losses are mirrored in Bruce's, driving the parallels home even further, it's so important for Bruce to learn to be a father to this kid, as his own father figure nudges him back onto the right path. Alfred is such an important part of that character arc for both of these characters, he is part of the thematic bridge of parents and children that runs through the Batman family of stories, and his role of guiding Bruce into being a better father--to heal from the loss of Thomas and Martha Wayne who should have been there to guide him--by telling him, in the most British gentleman way possible, to look the fuck around and see what's going through that kid.

#lumi.txt #dc #batfam #bruce wayne #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #robin year one #long post

[reebmiester]

So idk if this is what you meant and I’m sorry it’s so short but:

Bruce Wayne was padding silently through his palatial manor at 4am again. He’d been down in the cave for days, despite Alfred’s disapproval and the kids’ protests, and was now in a daze wandering the vast halls. A vague thought popped in his head to get some tea to help him sleep so he turned toward what he was sure was the shortcut to the kitchens. What seemed like only a second later Bruce blinked his eyes open to find himself not in the kitchen as he’d expected, but instead in front of Alfred’s quarters.

No matter what room in the Manor Bruce offered to him Alfred refused to move from his rooms in the servants’ quarters, he must have asked the older man dozens of times when he was in his twenties. Bruce stopped asking when the butler finally revealed the reason for his refusal. Thomas Wayne had picked out and decorated these rooms in the servants’ quarters himself when Alfred had first come to the manor (Martha had come in after him to fix it of course, Thomas had no sense of interior design), to move rooms would feel like letting go of the last physical reminder of their affection. Bruce certainly couldn’t fault his adoptive father for that.

The next time Bruce opened his eyes he found himself burrowed under starched sheets, the cool metal of a familiar Browning High Power brushing against the arm he had curled under the stiff pillow his head was resting on. The curtains had been pulled all the way shut to block out as much sun as possible which meant Alfred had let him sleep in, something he rarely let anyone in the family do. At first he couldn’t place why he had woken from the best sleep he’d had in months, but as he came more alive he could hear his children yelling on the other side of the wall in the kitchen.

“He’s not in the cave or his room Alfred!”

“Where could he have gone?!”

“We have to start a search party!”

“Everyone calm down.” Alfred didn’t need to raise his voice to silence a room. “Master Bruce is safe I assure you. And even if you did start a search party I doubt you would find him.” Bruce allowed himself a small grin into the pillow at that. After all, who would guess any grown man, let alone The Batman, would be found sleeping in his Father’s bed like a child? Feeling safe for once Bruce allowed himself to sink back into the warm embrace of sleep, content in the knowledge his Dad would take care of everything until he was ready to brave the world again.

That is EXACTLY what I meant!!! (anon is talking about this post)

This is where the fic is! That is his DAD. His FATHER. Bruce completely out of it from a lack of sleep + far too many layers of trauma and finding himself in Alfred's room!! Alfred not saying anything about it, not questioning it, and then letting him hide away for as long as he needs

You're my new favourite anon this is incredible

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