It's our little angst minds love <3
Anyways, I've been inspired to write Bruce getting to his kids to comfort them.
Breaking into Dick's apartment wasn't hard, that would be alarming if Bruce didn't know his son. Dick left all the difficult alarms off, it was his way of seeing if anyone cared to come find him. If Bruce cared to come find him.
Dick's curled up in bed when Bruce finally finds him (after putting away the dishes and clearing up the living room). His boy is buried beneath two weighted blankets and surrounded by pillowsâjust how he used to do when he was little.
"Hey chum," Bruce says softly, gently brushing away the fringe of Dick's hair. Bloodshot blue eyes snap up to him and Dick's jaw is clenched, more than likely to prevent it from trembling.
"B, Iâ" Dick's voice is rough and it cracks, followed by him fully breaking down, "Please don't leave me," he finally mumbles out and Bruce immediate pulls him into a hug. It doesn't matter if he's in the suit, he climbs into the bed and let's Dick fling himself across his chest and let's him bawl his eyes out.
He read a few articles a while back and soothes Dick by stroking his hair and promising that there's nothing in the world he could do that would make Bruce leave him.
"I killed someone." Dick sobs. "You're my son." Bruce replies and Dick only cries harder.
After 25 minutes of nothing but tears, Dick calms down and Bruce presses a soft kiss to his forehead. "I need your help chum," he murmurs, "Your brothers are a little lost too."
That ticks off all the bells in Dick's mind because in about 7 minutes he's in the Nightwing suit, white lensed domino blocking off his teary eyes and he follows Bruce to the Batmobile. Next up: the apartment in Park Row.
Dealing with Jason is a lot more difficult than dealing with Dick. Purely for the fact that while Dick might entertain you to make you feel better, Jason would leave you stranded on the roof.
Nightwing waits in the Batmobile, ready to assist while Bruce works his way around the apartment looking for a weak spot. It takes about four minutes but in no time he's in the bathroom and opening the door to find Jason.
Jason isn't in the bedroom, he's in the living room on the couch clutching something to his chest with his eyes screwed shut.
"Jaylad," Bruce says and green hazed eyes snap open. At first there's confusion then shock, then full blown panic. Jason fights to push himself to the very edge of the couch, dropping what he was holding in the process. It's a copy of Anne of Green Gables that Bruce remembers getting him a few weeks after he moved in. It's in pristine condition because it's Jason's and Bruce's heart can't decide between melting or breaking.
"Go away," Jason whispers, and he sounds absolutely terrified. "Never." Bruce says, "Never again." He promises and reaches his hand out. He waits patiently, like you'd do for a cat, and waits for Jason to make the move. Hesitantly, Jason reaches for him and let's Bruce pull him in.
Jason doesn't cry, from the tear tracks down his cheeks, Bruce assumes it's because he can't anymore, but then he hears Dick's voice.
"Oh Little Wing," Dick's voice does that thing where it goes all gooey and the recipient can only melt in response, but Jason tenses up instead. Dick's having none of it though, he launches himself over Jason, hugging every inch of him he could get ahold off. Jason trembles and Bruce coos at him. He promises Jason that he'll never leave him again, no matter what.
Jason tries to mention the man and the little girl but Bruce shushes him, assuring him that he knows and that it doesn't matter. Then Dick turns to Jason and mumbles something Bruce can barely make out, "Baby bird needs us." Jason's eyes turn back blue.
While Jason suits up, Dick explains that he saw the coordinates and knows that Tim and Damian need them too. Five minutes later, Bruce is driving to the condo on the east coast while Jason and Dick remain huddled together in the backseat.
Bruce doesn't even need to find Tim. As soon as he enters the place he just follows the uncontrollable sobs. This time, Dick follows him inside with Jason and the three are left speechless at the sight.
Tim is sitting on the floor, broken glass all around and he's bleeding. "Timmy." Bruce says and the second Tim's blue eyes see him he starts hyperventilating. The three of them jump into action, Dick grabs a broom to sweep up the glass while Jason rumages around for bandages. Bruce simply picks Tim up and sets him back down on the couch.
He holds him to his chest as Jason cleans up his forearms and listens to Tim's sobs, each sounding more painful than the last. He's muttering apologies while Bruce tries to calm him.
"Why are you here?" Tim asks when Dick returns to sit at his side, gently coaxing him to accept his hug, "You shouldn't want me." Before Bruce can assure him that he is very much wanted, it's Jason who answers, "Always gonna want you Timbo." He promises, pecking the bandages across Tim's arms.
The younger launches himself into Jason's arms and he clings to him. Jason looks shocked for a moment before tugging Tim closer and clinging onto him too.
Tim has about 15 minutes of more tamed crying before Jason let's go of him, holding him by the shoulders. "Baby brat's loosing it." He says and Bruce rolls his eyes at the name. Tim looks to Bruce for assurance and seems to find it because he gets up and heads to the bathroom to reapply the mask.
Jason's sniffling a little and Dick looks at him, "Jaybird," "Shut it Dickie." Dick places his arma around Jason's shoulders and pulls him in. When Tim comes out, Bruce pulls him aside before they head out.
"You're my son." He tells him, "I don't just want you. I need you around." Tim swallows and nods, but Bruce isn't satisfied until he's pulled into a hug and relaxes.
Tim is cocooned between Jason and Dick in the backseat as Bruce drives to the abandoned warehouse.
Jason's description appears to be accurate. Damian isn't crying, fighting or meditating. He's just hunched over with his katana blade facing him. Bruce isn't sure what he was expecting but it certainly wasn't this.
The boys hang back as Bruce walks forward. "Damian?" He calls out and the young boy looks up at him. His mask is off but his eyes betray nothing of his emotions.
"Oh. Hello Father." Damian says stoically and Bruce tries not to flinch. Father, not Babaâ Father. "I've already called Mother, she'll be here for me in mere hours." Bruce's heart speeds up and in the corner of his eyes he sees the boys go rigged.
Jason walks offâpresumably to call Talia and tell her not to bother while Tim holds onto Dick's arm to prevent him from walking over.
"Is that what you want?" Bruce asks carefully, "To go back with your mother?". Damian tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, "What I want is irrelevant." He answers, "This is what I deserve."
Bruce narrows his eyes and inches closer, "Is this what you think I want?" Bruce asks, "To send you away?" Damian looks guilty then, but doesn't object and Bruce's heart aches. "Azizi I would never send you away." Bruce sees the facade crumble at the nickname and he kneels infront of him, "You're my son Damian. I'll never send you away."
"Even after all I've done?" Damian asks and his voice holds none of the learnt stoicism. "You're my son. Habib baba. There's nothing you could do to make me stop loving you."
"Baba." Damian says before he collapses into Bruce's arms. Apparently that's the moment Tim gives up because seconds later Dick is pulling Damian for a hug, chastising him for ever thinking that anyone of them would let him go. Damian looks over to Tim and the two seem to be having a silent conversation.
"Even you?" Damian asks aloud and Tim sighs before he steps closer, holding his hand out, "Even me." Bruce thinks his heart gives out when Damian rejects the handshake in favor of hugging Tim. Its at that moment Jason comes back.
"Alright she's not coming butâoh shit." Damian huffs but doesn't pull away, though it looks like even if he wanted to, Tim wouldn't let him. "They're hugging." Jason says dumbfounded and Dick snorts, "No shit."
Its a comfortably silent drive back home to the manor. Somehow the boys fit together in the backseat to what Bruce decides must be pure spite and he keeps sneaking glances at them.
Everyone is emotionally exhausted by the time they head up from the cave. Which is why Bruce is shocked to see that Alfred is up in the kitchen with hit chocolate and chocolate chip cookies.
"Ah Master Bruce, welcome back." He says, "Everyone wash their hands please. Poor hygiene will not be tolerated." It's when they boys are cuddled up in the TV room watching a movie when he talks to Alfred alone.
"I see you have worked things out Master Bruce." Alfred notes. "I think so. I hope so at least." He replies. Much to his surprise, Alfred places a hand on his shoulder and says, "For what it's worth, I think you've done an exceptional job." Bruce offers him a small smile, "I am proud of you, Bruce."