bruce secretly finding out and torn between the crippling fear of losing his children the way he lost his parents - faced to the barrel of a gun or at the hands of a criminal, but also knowing they are the only thing keeping gotham from descending into madness.
bruce full of self hatred for his uselessness as his kids managed to become the saviours of gotham and debating between interfering with their activities at the cost of the safety of everyone in his beloved city of continuing to pretend he doesn’t know and put them in mortal danger.
bruce realizing he probably doesn’t know anything about his kids, inferiority anxiety taking over alongside his other mental issues and alcoholism and leading him to believe he is getting in the way of something much bigger than himself
bruce watching the news everyday and on the brink of tears as his kids battle forces much greater than themselves and breaking down into panic attacks when a bullet pierces nightwing’s shoulder, or cass is knocked down
the kids watching their dad spiral into relapses and many parties, the bags under his eyes growing, his prescriptions jumping all over the place, and unable to help, unaware that the guilt of lying to his children is eating him from the inside.
the kids finding the first aid kits at the house are well stocked even when alfred is away, the socialites at galas who badmouth the Knights of Gotham mysteriously being exposed for illegal activities and losing their wealth, wayne enterprise suddenly forming a multibillion dollar sponsorship with the justice league, allowing young heroes to have access to mentors and a support system that cannot be received anywhere else
and don’t get me started for when jason died. maybe in this universe, this is bruce wayne’s supervillain origin story
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