Okay this is a non reader request. But what if Yandere Mafia batfam x Bruce (platonic obviously). Like Bruce isn’t apart of the mafia and he meets the batfam when they’re older and kinda just adopts them who cares if they’re 20 they’re his baby. However, in reality the batfam adopts him. He’s pure and their father/whatever he is to them. He can’t leave them now. And when he starts to get weird vibes and distant himself they tweak out.
Yes yes of course! I'm telling you the second I read this. The idea clicked to me. Fun fact, I basically joined the Batfamily fandom for platonic yandere Batfamily & Bruce Wayne as their dad. Like what you mean we don't have more of this? Anyways, I might've gotten a tiny thing bit carried away 😅. Hope you can still finish this all and enjoy it. I had a blast writing this, so much fun after so long. Thank you for this delightful request! Enjoyyy
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬
Yandere! Dark Mafia Batfamily & Doctor Bruce Wayne
Synopsis : Bruce loved his adopted children so much. They wouldn't harm a fly. The said children were young adults committing crimes like they were breathing. But for their dad, they were willing to pretend to be harmless.
The morning rain poured in.
Clouds had gathered in the sky, surrounding it completely - the thunder boomed with a loud bang shaking the ground from its very core. The interior of the buildings had begun to soak wet, the smell of grassy green and water intertwined roamed in the air.
In one of the streets, the clouds were particularly persistent, causing wide and long shadows to fill the footpath. Puddles had already formed from the rain coming down. Boots splashed over the puddle, disordering it with the reflection of a few streaks of black hair.
He wore a long brown coat, a darker shade, that made his skin stand out, that along with those striking blue eyes that made one lose their breath, particularly stood out.
His long muscular arms held an umbrella, still it couldn't shield all of him from the rain. The back of his coat still had droplets of water staining it.
He walked slowly, in paced steps, not too fast, not too slow, just in rhythm. Taking a stroll through all the places he did in routine every morning.
His movements stopped in front of the entrance of the park. This wasn't his stop by any means. The part was disparagingly empty. Not a person in sight.
Except for the one on the bench.
He wouldn't have noticed if not for those eye-catching golden strands. They were out of place in this part of Gotham. Not many people had enough money to have such striking golden hair and keep them healthy and taken care of to such a degree.
What made him truly walk over was how hopeless that person looked from far. The figure was hunched, shoulders protruding downwards, face cast towards the ground.
He could tell the girl was a youngster as he walked near. His steps slowed down by several paces. Perhaps twenty years his junior, maybe in her late teens or perhaps early twenties. He couldn't tell from far.
The rain fell over her face, blending in the tears with its flood. He extended his umbrella over her head.
Her shaking body suddenly stiffened. Her head rose up and she met his gaze.
She started into his eyes, half lost in the mirror of her reflection in it.
She inwardly laughed at herself.
How did she, the fifth in command of the Bats mafia family end up like this. Her brothers would laugh at her if they saw her like this. Dami wouldn't let me live this down. She thought.
She clenched her fist, Eyes narrowing.
The fact she hadn’t ended their man's life was already a shock for her. But for once, she didn't want to.
“ Are you alright –” He asked. The man titled his head. She could see the wrinkles near the corner of his eyes. They spoke of wisdom and time passed.
“—Kid ? ” his voice breezed her ears.
She hated, know it all, the most.
She waved her hand away, even though her body throbbed with every movement she forced herself to make. “ It's Stephanie, Mister. Not,kid.” She snarled, “ And I'm fine. You can leave” The lie rolled off her tongue easily.
She looked back at him and stopped in her tracks. The sound of water falling became like background noise at that moment.
The man looked at her like she wasn't twenty two, like she hadn't been feared since she was twelve , like she wasn't handling half of the executions of traitors on her own.
She felt like a child under his gaze.
She wanted nothing more to scream at the moment.
The man sighed, his eyes becoming even kinder. Warmer. “ I know I'm a stranger.” His lips formed a small smile, meant to make one loosen their guard. Stephanie didn't want to.
“ – But I can't leave a kid alone. Not one that looks like she is halfway through considering how to end it all….. No offense but you look like you've been through hell.”
She felt words getting lodged in her throat. Her hand held the fabric of her pants with so much force that he could see wrinkles form. Laugher squeezed from her throat and bombed outwards.
She wiped a tear that fell, her body shook. “ Has anyone ever told you that you'd make a terrible Sucicide helpline worker , Mister.”
He smiled, drifting his back to meet the bench and leaning into the metal of the bench, this time more relaxed. “ Yeah - chuckle - my friend said I'll probably do more harm than good-” He rubbed the back of his head. “- that's why I'm a doctor instead.”
“ I bet your patients are tired of you..”
He took a long sigh, laughing quietly. “ Maybe…”
He extended his umbrella over her head. “Here..” she looked at him weird.
He tried to cover it up. “ Well you were getting soaked. You probably don't want to come to me to get checked. I'm just preventing a future patient.”
She took it, hands shaking. “ You are terrible for your hospital's business, Doc.”
Both of them sat in silence.
Under the umbrella's shade, water fell from her eyes.
He sat quiet by her side, not saying anything, just taking a handkerchief out of his pocket and handing it over to her. She took it without a second thought.
Words began leaving her mouth one by one, she didn't know what she said but it felt like she poured her gut out.
All the things that made her cry.
“ You've suffered a lot.”
His eyes reminded her of the past, of her dad when he hadn't betrayed the family, when he wasn't a crazy fanatic that had to be executed by her own hands.
She felt her heart beat pace up.
“ You're a truly strong woman, Stephanie.”
Her eyes began to water again.
With trembling fingers she extended her hand to him and he took it. Embracing her in a hug. Her skin burned from the warmth she craved. She felt safe.
Her eyes closed, he patted her back. Running back circles like he'd seen in stories and felt his mother do for him when she was alive.
“ What's your name, Mister Doc?”
She pulled out of the hug. His blue eyes changed the way they looked once again. His mouth opened , words directed at her, yet his gaze lingered elsewhere.
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Bruce jolted up from the chair he was sitting on, the newspaper in his hand slipping and almost falling over the table. He looked left and right, and exaggerated a breath.
Damian rolled his eyes when he heard the sound of footsteps ringing from the side of where the scream had come.
“ Tsk, Brown needs to lower her volume.” Said the boy who looked to be in his late teens. His spoon picked up a mouthful of high starch sugary cereal that Bruce had bought especially for him - unless his older brother got to it first - and took a big bite.
“ Dami, eat your food.” The other voice came from the second figure sitting on the seat next to him on the large rectangular wooden table.
“ I would listen to you if you weren't sitting at the table on your laptop drinking that bitter black poison.” he said, taking another bite and wiping what remained near his lips with a handkerchief.
“ Besides, she startled Father to almost slipping off the chair.” He glared.
Tim signed, he knew his brother was right, but still he wasn't going to agree with this brat. His eyes trailed towards his sister that sat at the other edge holding a French toast with some mildly sweet coffee. Barbara smiled at him, the red strands pulled back and her glasses over her eyes. “ Dami's got a point, Tim.” She took a sip.
“ You're supposed to be on my side.”
“ Bad luck, Timmy.” Terry muttered, tugging and messing his hair.
Tim grunted inwardly. “ Don't ruin my hair.”
“ Love you too, Tim.” Terry smirked.
Bruce watched all this play out with fond eyes. His head only turned towards the direction of the voice when he spotted the familiar golden threads from the corner of his eye.
Stephanie walked out, wearing a purple T-shirt with white shorts,her hair were completely wet with the towel resting on her shoulders. Her body was shaking, Bruce could feel the headache coming. She plopped on the seat tight next to him.
“ Stephanie-” he began to speak, setting aside the newspaper.
She raised her arm and pointed at the man sitting peacefully next to Jason. “ Jason threw a bucket of water at me. Me. At me. ” She glared daggers at him.
The said Assailant proceeded to indulge in his eggs and bacon, not sparing her a glance. Then after what seemed like forever Jason seemed to remember that all the eyes were on him.
He looked up and slowly scanned everyone and his gaze landed on Stephanie. His lips quivered into a mocking grin, one side bluntly upwards. Stephanie’s eyes twitched.
Bruce stopped it immediately with his words.
The cutlery made sounds as the rest ate, stealing glances between the three. Stephanie looked ready to claw Jason's arms out.
He stretched his arms and let out a yawn. Crossing his legs, “ Wow Old man , way to go with accusations. No listening to both sides or nothing. I'm disappointed in you, weren't you a good Samaritan doctor? Now you're listening to this liar and accusing an honest person like me. ”
“ Bullshit! If you're honest then I'm queen of England. Mad I saw you Jason, you bastard, you sneered right at me when I screamed!”
“ Oh yeah, then why aren't your clothes wet? Cat got your tongue?”
“ I'm going to kill you!”
“ Would love to see you try.” he darted back.
Bruce knew his son's antics - no matter how hard Jason tried, Bruce just felt he could tell when his son was up at this prank.
Yes, his son. They were all his. Even Dick who currently had some business to do in Bludhaven. So they weren't his blood, Big deal.
But they were his kids. Adopted or not.
Though, Bruce still hasn't had luck bringing it up to them with his socially awkward personality that tends to shine in the most inconvenient times.
It wasn't helping that majority of his said kids were full grown adults, a few already in their mid to late twenties, other than Damian who had just turned nineteen.
Bruce raised his brow, knowing full well what was coming.” I'm your son too. ” Jason ended with the deadly shot that snipped at Bruce's heart at just the right spot, looking right at him.
His son was probably great with guns in his past life, he always nailed the bullet right at the most critical point.
Bruce raised his eyes, meeting Jason's green yet partly blue ones. “ Jason.”
“ So are we. You aren't special, Todd.” Damian broke the fantasy, returning Bruce to his senses. Bruce couldn't believe he almost fell for it.
“ Tch.” Jason clicked his tongue.
Bruce wondered where the hell was Dick when you needed him. His children listened best to his oldest.
“ All of you stop fighting. You're making Dad's blood pressure rise.” All of them straightened up immediately. The teasing smile that lasted over Barbara's face wiped off. All the rest stopped their shenanigans and focused their attention on their meal.
Of course Bruce noticed them looking at him over once, worrying about his health. Would you look at that?
Bruce looked above his head and wanted to hug his adorable cool daughter. Cassandra patted his shoulder, Bruce nodded and gave his best smile to her. “ Let's eat together, Cass.” he said.
Her eyes softened by many degrees looking at them. She took a seat.
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A crowd of hundreds stood, gathered in a large hall. They wore black suits but what particularly stood out was the Bat symbol badge on every single person's ride side collar. That along with a red menacing outline with shades of blue blending in the cuffs they wore.
Anyone in the whole of the United States would recognize it without a second glance. But no one would dare to stare a second time, not unless they were a gothamite that had more nerves of steel than any American.
It was the Bats of Gotham after all.
The chatter that resonated among these crowds of people, stopped the second the door opened. It was so silent that one could hear the sound of a needle dropping. No one dared to breathe too much for the fear of being noticed.
Long slender legs came into view first, one could see how toned they were, followed by the flutter of the blue and black jacket he wore. Finally piercing blue eyes came and stayed in them, sizing them up like they were bugs.
A tall woman with black hair and equally cold yet pitch dark eyes followed on the right with a man with skin that matched the night starry sky with a buzz cut of his dark brown hair, followed in the back on the left.
What unnerved them all, was the sounds of someone wailing, grasping for breath, legs hitting back and forth trying to find some relief.
One of the men's Adam apple bobbed. Jerry wondered if this is what being looked at by a predator felt.
His eyes flickered at the man who smelled of blood, face already showing work of torture no doubt Lady Cassandra's handywork. He was a traitor, he deserved this.
But his gut twisted remembering this man was a colleague just a few days ago. Heart beat picking up.
There was no mercy for a traitor.
He unconsciously took a step back, only to stop in his tracks when he came face to face with Duke. Duke looked at him, humming, trodding his hand forward and the man gasped, when the body fell in front of his eyes.
His eyes were amused, they reminded Jerry of a statue or own for the Lions he had seen in documentaries, completely calm and empty.
Jerry's body shook, he turned his gaze down. He gulped down a scream stuck in his throat. This man didn't consider them humans.
“ Duke, come.” his sister said once, Duke didn't dare make her wait. He followed her without sparing another glance, dragging the struggling swimming insect.
Their eldest brother had ready his seat on a throne like chair. Duke couldn't help but think he looked the perfect fit of cold and majestic. The light perfectly highlighted his handsome face.
If Duke didn't know better and hadn't seen his brother's eyes, he would say he was a runway model or an actor.
Because those people don't kill other humans in cold blood.
He threw the struggling traitor in front of Dick. The traitor's face landed right beneath the sole of Dick's shoes. His teeth had been plunged out, red stained his cheeks, his body trembled not daring to look at the monster sitting above him.
Devil. The traitor thought.
“ Cass.” That seductive voice escaped his lips, The man's body instinctively shrieked away at the voice that had tormented him for days, Mauser at his misery.
Cassandra approached closer, looking at the man like he was an insect. A mere bug in a room full of humans that disguised themselves as wolves in sheep’s clothings.
She picked him up by the collar, hoisting his whole body in the air. None of the people standing there knew how such a slender body held so much strength but they didn't dare voice it out.
She looked at Dick, waiting for his command. Dick's hands rested over the seat's arms, he stirred, eyes looking at the traitor, legs crossed over each other.
He snapped his finger and Duke brought forth a tablet that one of his subordinates passed over to him. He turned it towards the traitor and that man's breathing almost stopped.
“ Y--You wouldn't! They're innocent---- they've got nothing related to this… please.” He choked. His legs swayed back and forth.
Cassandra let go of him, his body hit the ground in a loud recoil. He winced in pain. But got on all fours, head bent down, his hands begged - hanging on Dick's legs. “ Please Your grace, Sir Richard—! ”
Dick smiled. “ Of course I wouldn't harm the child-”
“ Then-” the traitor tried to say.
“ – not unless it was the last resort. And as you can see, I'm at the end of my patience.”
Duke added, standing on top of the man. “ So the clock's ticking. Tell us and we might let your kid and wife go.”
Dick's eyes narrowed. “ Then it leads me to no choice.” He looked at his subordinate, Kori , she nodded, turning on her comm. “ Artemis, Raven–”
The traitor's face paled as he saw arrows aim at his young daughter who remained unknown of what was coming.
“-take your aim.” the cold voice rang his ears.
Sweat formed on the back of his neck. He gulped. Looking back and forth, tears falling.
“ Fiv–” “ Stop! —- p-please , I'll… tell you… please.” the traitor collapsed on the ground.
Dick hazy eyes shared a look with Cass and Duke.He hummed, looking at Kori. Kori called them all and both of them pulled back, turning into a non offensive position.
“ Sure then. I'm listening.”
The traitor emptied his guts spilling all the details he'd hid, every single other person he knew was involved and what the organization that had sent him had him do.
Dick looked at the man that had lost, who still believed he had a chance to live. Dick got up and just as he turned, ready to leave. His phone rang.
He took it out and a bright smile bloomed on his face. He pressed a finger on his lips , everyone got the message instantly.
“ – Hello chum, how are you? Sorry I called you so suddenly without notice.”.
Dick laughed in good consciousness. “ Stupid B, you don't have to apologize. I told you. So did you miss me? You never call without texting first.”
He heard the old man on the other end sigh fondly.. He could imagine the smile protruding his Dad's lips. Good, Dick thought. His dad should always be smiling and being happy. He deserved nothing less.
“ Yes-” He voiced, waiting for a beat before continuing. “ I miss you, always chum.”
“ Haha , me too B.” he smiled.
The traitor opened his mouth but shut his mouth at one glance from Dick. If looks could kill he'd be dead. Dick particularly hated being interrupted when he was talking with his Dad.
“ I'm going to go out for drinks with Harley and Harvey tonight, so I'll be late. Let your siblings know alright?”
The atmosphere froze just as Dick's smile did. Cass and Duke had keen hearing so they heard it as well. They could see the smile on their eldest brother's face stiffen and the corner of his eyes twitched.
He quickly clicked on the home page while still on call with Bruce and clicked the messenger app.
Dick : send me the mirror imaging of Bruce's phone.
Tim : Everything alright?
Dick : B is going out alone.
Harley and Harvey were made irrelevant. Unless one of them was with Bruce, he was practically alone in their eyes. Poor innocent naive Bruce didn't know better. He could get robbed or killed.
And any of them would be a fool to let it happen.
They adopted this man as a father and he would retain that title in life and death, and even if he died, Dick knew Damian would be more than willing to have his grandfather lend them the Lazarus Pit.
The other side showed typing, it Disappeared and appeared again. This happened several times before he got a message.
Tim : [ Sent ] Click this link, it will mirror what's showing on his screen.
A ghost of a smile appeared on Dick's face, he was so lost in thought that he missed Bruce calling out his name. It was only when Cassandra flicked her finger on his forearm did he notice.
“ Y-Yeah, B I'm listening. Have fun and don't be out too late. I'll pick you up when you're free.”
“ — it's fine, I can have Harvey drive me back.”
“ Bruce.” Dick finally ran out of patience. His hand tapped the mirrored phone screen of his dad on his phone , irritation coming out.
Bruce, having been with them for almost a year, realised this as well. He hesitated but agreed. The call ended with a thug.
Dick head spun towards Cassandra, his eyes completely empty and different from how they were a minute ago. “ Kill him.”
Cassandra didn't wait a minute longer and shot the traitor dead. His wronged eyes would have haunted their consciousness if they were still young.
Unfortunately for the ghost that would haunt them, they had grown used to it. It was just one more pig on their slaughter list having met its end.
Duke stepped forward, “ What about the mother and kid? Kill them too?” His eyes stayed on Kori. She was ready to press the comm and make them do it.
“ No.” Dick said, walking away, Cassandra and Duke followed. “ Have the mother be sent to the brothel, the worst one, it's fine if the necrophilia bastards are there. As for the kid, she'd got no parents, take her to the orphanage.
“ For the rest of the family, should I really have to tell you everything?”
Duke gleamed. ‘ He's pissed.’
‘ Don't make him angrier. Little brother.’ Cassandra signed.
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White walls appeared in view. The room smelled thickly of antiseptics and chemicals that blend in the air. The crisp corners of the paper fluttered, turning the notepad to another page.
Muscular wrinkled hands that resembled both the old and young, held onto the pen, writing down things as he worked.
Just as he finished, and bid the patient goodbye, his elbow came to rest on the desk and his fingers removed the glasses over his face.
Bruce wore these when reading stuff that appeared too small for his age and eye sight. It was Barbara’s recommendation, she'd gone with his especially to have it made. The gold rim of the frame showed how expensive it was, the elegance on it made him look even more graceful.
He remembers how badly he blushed when she said that. His daughter truly had a way with words.
“ I'm in my forties, Barbara. I don't need to look that elegant. Besides I'm not supposed to be cute.”
“ You're so adorable sometimes, B.” She chuckled, fixing his glasses.
He got up from the chair and stretched his arms and back. He could still feel the soreness from yesterday. He sighed. It was still a miracle he could come to work today. With how angry his kids were, he felt Harley and Harvey would have to watch their back for a while.
Still he never doubted they could harm them. They were his friends and despite his kids' quirks, they were all gentle souls.
No matter how raged and angry they had gotten that night.
He can recall every event in such detail before he blacked out.He had gone drinking with Harvey and Harley, returning far later than he said he would.
But that wasn't all, He was badly drunk and barely hanging on Harvey for support. The lawyer who drank far less than him, sent him home.
His kids of course panicked when he'd returned limping on Harvey while they were all waiting in the living room.
He shivered remembering what followed.
Jason was swinging his bike keys in circles that night , sneering at him. “ What old man. Did you forget you had children at home or were your buddies so important?”
“ Jason…gulp - hiccup - Jason - hiccup. ”
Cassandra sat in complete darkness, her gaze not leaving Bruce's for a second. Even a drunk Bruce could sense his Baby girl's anger. He mumbled a few sorrys, looking at each of his children while resting his arm steadily around Harvey's neck.
“ Sorry my babies, Daddy got a little drunk..” he hiccuped again.
Jason got up, and with Stephanie by his side snatched the Drunk Bruce to his side. Bruce's face hit his chest with a small grumble. Stephanie noticed the crimson corner of her brother's ear.
She looked at Harvey coldly. “You can leave now.”
“ It's fine. I can take him to his room-” Harvey tried to insist. “ He's far too heavy and noisy like this-”
He flinched at the sound of a glass falling. Looking back he saw Terry bent down and pick up the broken shards. Terry held a big chuck of the shard and directed it at him. “ We said it's fine to leave, Mr. Lawyer.”
Harvey from all his experiences as a lawyer knew when it was better to retreat. He glanced at Bruce one before nodding at them and their briefly at Dick before leaving.
Bruce felt the warmth of familiar hands as he was led to Gotham knowing which room. But he leaned into the touch. He heard someone mutter a curse under their breath before blacking out completely.
“ You're such a troublesome dad sometimes B. Sometimes I just want to show you our true self so you'd be less naive…Truly, you're lucky, we're here for you , Dad. ” The voice carried a promise that Bruce still hadn't realized.
Bruce held his head feeling a headache coming. He really shouldn't have drunk so much. This hangover was killing him. Now he wished he'd listened to Damian's and Barbara's nagging in the morning.
He heard a notification pop on his phone.
He checked his watch. Time to clock out.
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“ What do you mean my card's been deactivated?”
The female staff looked at him like he was asking a stupid question. She sighed before putting on a professional smile and started calmly. “ It's as I said sir. We've received a call from you stating that you'd like for your card to be deactivated. Thus, as per your request we've processed it and have your debit card deactivated.”
Bruce didn't know what to say anymore. The next words leaves his mouth before he could process them fully. “ Are you sure?” He hoped it was a mistake but his brain told him again and again that such a stupid mistake wouldn't happen.
Perhaps he had drunk too much or while overworking he'd done it without realising.
“ No sir. We are certain.”
“ Please leave, Mr. Bruce Wayne is it? We've got other patrons and customers that are waiting their turn.”
Bruce got up from his seat, he turned back one and met the woman's razor gaze, and debated to ask. “ --How long would it take if I wish to re-activate my debit card?”
She raised her brow. “ You wish to re-activate your permanently deactivated card?”
She nodded, turning her attention to the computer screen. Her fingers moved skillfully over the keyboard as she clicked various sources. Bruce spotted a few and when she looked him over he felt his heart skid a beat and very quickly shifted his eyes to the wall. The paint was looking great today.
She looked back at him. “ Sir, it will take a total of seven to ten business days if a delay does not occur for the new activated card to be delivered to your address."
She took a notepad out and handed him the pen. “ Please note your current address so we can have it delivered to you as soon as possible.”
“ Thank you.” Bruce did just that and walked out soon after.
He kicked a small pebble on his way back. Staring fully at the ground. Bruce felt something was wrong, that this wasn't normal and just as he was about to go deeper into his thoughts, his phone rang.
Those thoughts which would've saved him much earlier, ended in the back of his head.
‘Maybe he could ask Tim or Barbara about this technical issue he was facing with the bank. They're more experienced then I am with this.’ he thought, answering the call with a loving greeting as always.
Poor naive little Bruce. ______________________
“ You can use my card, Bruce.” Tim said, grabbing his wallet from the desk and taking out his debit card. Bruce's eyes widened as he picked it up.
It was a black card. The one he'd heard about in rumors.
“ I just needed your help with quickening the process of activating my card. This is unnecessary-” Bruce mumbled, clearly not accepting it.
Tim smiled. “ Bruce I guess you didn't get the message but the Bank had some inner network problems that had led to many people to end up in the same situation as you. I saw the email they sent you this morning while I'm sure you haven't seen yet, judging by how you didn't even know what I just told you.”
“ — the delay's going to take a good month or two and you can't keep on going on with your daily life without a debit card. As much as I love to feed you and buy stuff for you myself. It's best to have a card for backup.”
Bruce had nothing to say to that.
He peeked at Tim's face, who was smiling proudly. He must have noticed what else was on Bruce's mind as he added, tapping his fingers on the desk. “Don't worry it's not unlimited. Even though I want to give you that one, I know how frugal you are irritatingly. So keep this one for your daily life, it has a limit to put your mind at ease.”
Bruce's throat squeezed. He raised his arms to refuse yet again, embarrassed and graced his features. “Tim, I appreciate it, really. But I can't possibly. You guys already buy me so much stuff. I feel like I'm just using my kids' money. This is wrong. I'm supposed to be your dad-”
Tim sighed, his eyes roamed at Bruce's stunned face. He felt the headache for skipping too many days of sleep hit him in a throb. ‘ Jason would enjoy this, saying I got my karma.’
He made a point to make his voice as gentle and coaxed his naive pure dad, “I'm the heir of the Drake's family. You don't have to worry about running me dry. I make more than enough money for you Dad.” He emphasized.
“ No buts, dad.” He said, letting his eyes wander and saying, “ –or do you hate me so much that you don't even want to use my money? Aren't I your son? ” he made his eyes water and let moisture form.
Guilt overtook him as he saw the black circles and tired eyes with tears halfway through falling.Bruce panicked instantly and sought to comfort him. “Use my card then.” Tim said.
He finally agreed. “ I'll use your card carefully.”
Tim smirked at his reflection on the window with light sweeping in. “ Please do.” He looked like a monster luring a prey in.
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Bruce woke up in cold sweat.
His body was drenched with sweat. He touched his neck by habit, the dream he had was terrible. He couldn't remember what the dream was about, except the fear he felt. The pain on his neck was still there. It felt like a large apex predator had bit him and taken a part of his flesh.
The white sheets covering him felt suffocating. He wanted to get up and wash his face. His body jerked up and removed the blanket and stopped dead in his tracks.
The sounds of snores filled his ears.
He looked down to see all his children sleeping in his bed. It was such an adorable scene that Bruce wanted to take a picture and have it stored in the drive of his memories.
Dick laid on his right, not wearing a shirt as usual. No matter how many times Bruce had scolded this kid, he never listened to this specific request.
On his left was Jason, whose brows furrowed when he couldn't grasp Bruce or feel his warmth. He was like a koala Bruce thought.
Stephanie and Cassandra had dozed off on his chest, when he and jerked up, they had groaned and mumbled some unintelligible curses before falling deeper into sleep.
Damian was holding onto his ankle with his dear life. Bruce wondered if his son was a climber in his last life. His grip strength was no joke. Bruce could feel his ankle had gone numb.
Terry was resting near a corner of the end holding tightly onto his hand.
Barbara and Tim were sleeping on the two sofas right next to his bed. He could tell from the way their heads were titled, and he could see the drool leaving Tim's mouth.
‘Guess, sleep finally caught up to him.’
Bruce instinctively reached for the camera. This scene was far too precious not to capture. He took one, then two and another seventy more before stopping.
And that was only because they started to look annoyed. Bruce knew better.
He gently backed into the bed and closed his eyes.
The warmth of his children's presence and the sounds of snores pulled him to sleep. Too bad he didn't notice the scar and stitches under his neck. The tracker inside near his artery beeped twice before activating completely.
He completely forgot the dream that came in warning.
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Under the building that housed monsters that played the part of sheep, was a cave where they Manovered most of their operations. Sitting on the main computer was no one but Barbara Gordon.
Her red hair was tightened into a bun, letting two side strands fall over her face. Light entered from the top, sounds of bats which were high pitched squeaks and chirps came when the entrance door moved up and another figure entered.
She glimpsed for a mere second before returning to her work. “ You've returned early, was the mission that easy, Damian?”
Damian scoffed, rolling his eyes and sat at the seat with tires right next to her. “ It was a boring, grueling task that required far more effort. Most importantly it was beneath my skills.”
“ You should've given it to Todd or Ginnis.”
She stopped her work and positioned herself to face him. Her hand moved near his cheek, gently pressing at the dark circles under his eyes. She asked, amused. “ The government officials made trouble and asked for more money?”
He leaned into her touch before carefully pulling away. His eyes moved from her to the screen displaying a life footage for their father at work. He was currently dealing with another patient, the kind smile didn't leave his face even once.
“ Those imbeciles are lucky I was in a good mood. Tch, I would've cut them up if I wasn't afraid to soil my clothes and smell like blood. Father is annoyingly sensitive to blood for some reason.” he said, crossing his arms.
His eyes followed his father as his hands moved, examining the patient. “ Tch, this man is getting far too handsy with my father, Gordon.” She looked back and just as he said, the man held Bruce's hand tightly, it looked like he was thanking him and grasped his hands out of excitement.
The reason didn't matter to either of them.
Bruce would have to do without a job.
They had been considering it since the first month they met him. Now felt just like the right time.
It was fine though. They were plenty enough to keep their dad company and they could always get injured if their naive little Bruce wanted to work his hands and treat some patients.
All that was needed was their head's permission. But there was no reason for concern in their eyes, their eldest brother always loves hogging their dad afterall.
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Bruce was in his office looking over the reports that had just been delivered to him an hour ago, his mind was occupied with scanning through them quickly, he looked at the CBC report.
It was clear from it that this patient had started to develop anemia while stemming from Vit B12 deficiency. From the looks of it, it hadn't reached a point that would raise big alarms. It was still at the manageable stage.
He'd need to schedule an appointment or call/ message the patient directly to tell him to improve his nutrition and food intake. If he wasn't wrong this patient disliked eating red meat or eating meat all together. They found it greasy or hard to consume.
He wrote on his pad, planning to discuss a treatment plan that worked for the patient's Constitution. He should discuss this with a professional nutritionist before scheduling with the patient.
He got up from the chair, and discarded his glasses on the desk. Stretching his arms and legs, he decided to talk a small walk to gather his thoughts.
His hands dove in his pocket and his body stiffened when he felt a card in his pocket. He took it out before putting it back.
It was the same black one that Tim had given him.
He walked out of the office, greeted the nurses and doctors passing by. He acknowledged the greeting from the few medical students that had come for an internship and made way to the park nearby.
He hummed tunes, walking and taking a seat at a bench.
It was the same one he'd first met Stephanie on. That day she was crying, a mess, so different from her current usual bright self. It felt like nothing could cause her pain.
But there she had been, looking like a soul lost in this world of cruelty. Bruce didn't know what seized him that day and walked up to her and struck that conversation. But he was grateful to his past self for doing this.
He wouldn't have such an adorable army of children right now. Harley had joked that he had an adoption addiction and a knack for finding children that looked like he had gave birth to them himself.
Bruce sighed, it wasn't like he expected all the children he'd unknowingly or knowingly met and led a hand to be related. It was a coincidence. A really lucky one.
One that gave him a family he'd craved for since the day his mother and father got shot in that alley. The tremor of it still held a big part in his mind.
He looked down at his hand, it was shaking. He felt a chill at the back of his neck.
It was like something bad was going to happen.
He got up, looking at his watch once. His break had lasted a good thirty minutes. Time to head back.
On the way back, a black cat had crossed his path. He'd also mistakenly trailed under a ladder. His ears had also heard the sound of caw caw and met eye to eye with that of a crow sitting on a wire.
His white coat fluttered under the wind. Drips of water began to fall and soon a heavy pour of rain started. He practically ran all the way back inside the hospital.
“ What terrible luck.” He mumbled, rubbing his shoes over the cleaning mat.
As he made way to his office, he noticed a crowd had gathered outside his door. He strode inwards and people noticed him. They parted into two sides to make way for him.
In the centre stood an old woman screaming practically. She had short hair, sharp brown eyes that darted at him immediately. Bruce looked at her confused. She seemed familiar.
Just as he was about to ask what was going on and what was ruckus, the woman grabbed his collar tightly and pulled him towards her, facing him eye to eye.
“ It's you!! You bastard!! My son is ruined because of you! You're a phony doctor! You damn fraud!” Her nails dug deep into his neck, Bruce groaned in pain but the confusion was appalling.
He remembered her, she's the Guardian that came with that twenty-five year old , who was suffering from high blood pressure at such a young age.
One of the staff came and helped her pull away from him. Only then did Bruce feel he could breathe, he felt dazed, wondered what had gone and finally asked.
“ I-I assure you I've done nothing but sincerely treat your son as a doctor.” He stood on his own feet, staring at the woman who was held by three security guards. They still were having a hard time handling her.
He calmed his nerves. He was a doctor, he couldn't show such a fatal weakness or stutter at this moment. He took a breath before questioning her.
“ If you could tell me what has actually happened instead of yelling or making a scene. Maybe I can resolve this misunderstanding and actually help.”
Her body suddenly stopped before she started to shake. Her screams became even louder. “ Misunderstanding my foot — you're a phony. S-Son, come here and show this fraud your face!”
A fat man appeared before his eyes, the people standing there also let out gasps. Bruce's eyes widened. The face, arms and legs were completely swollen - clear signs of edema, his skin was extremely pale which also extended to his lips. That wasn't all, patches of red which were signs of an allergic reaction were also visible.
Worst of all, this man wasn't this fat when he'd last seen him. Just mildly healthy, not anything that was too alarming other than his high blood pressure.
The young adult glared at him, like Bruce had screwed him up on purpose.
Bruce didn't know what to say. He'd just prescribed this man Antihypertensive drugs and told him to work out and adopt a more healthy form of nutrition instead of fat filled foods that raised his Cholesterol and caused blood pressure.
“ What- don't have anything to say?” The woman sneered, “ You ruined my child's life! I searched up the medications you gave my son, you fraud, don't you know that giving Antihypertensive drugs with ibuprofen to a patient with high blood pressure can cause this ! My son is going half blind because of you and his kidneys also have problems !!! ”
To strengthen her words, she tossed the prescription paper Bruce had written for her. One for the nurses picked it up and scanned it over. She gasped, turning towards Bruce in disbelief.
“ Doctor Bruce, you really-”
Bruce snatched it from her and looked at himself. There it was in his own writing, with his bloody stamp.
The woman kicked her feet, struggling against the guards that held her in place, screaming that she would sue this hospital for hiring such a incompetent doctor that didn't know basic pharmacy.
Bruce stood dazed, wondering what had went wrong. He felt strength leave his legs, he clumsily held onto the nearby wall for support. His head bent down, completely defeated.
He mistakenly looked up and felt the piercing gaze of every single person looking at him. They were filled with disgust, taunt, hatred, disbelief, untrustworthiness. Was he such a scum?
The noise of the woman had attracted the director’s attention and when he heard the woman narrate what had happened, the director immediately called for a disciplinary action on him on that same day.
He ignored the calls coming from his children and walked in.
Bruce stood under the scrutinizing gaze of all the HoDs and the hospital's owner. Bruce didn't find time to talk, the accusation had already made him untrustworthy in their eyes.
He knew what they wanted.
“ Bruce, this isn't a joke. Your negligence almost got the patient killed.” one said.
“ He's lucky to be still alive and Gotham knows if he's ever going to recover. His mother is already at our back ready to screw the hospital because of you!” another raged.
The owner looked at him, and shook her head in irritation. She tossed him a document with the word fired written on it.
“ Doctor Bruce, our journey with you was still here.”
Bruce's hand trembled, he tightened his fingers into a fist. His eyes were dull, far different from the usual bright colour his children said they adored.
He felt disgusted with himself.
His patient was suffering. Here he was standing just fine.
He destroyed a human life.
Did he deserve to be a doctor?
That thought throbbed his consciousness, breaking a part of him every time he thought about it.
He took the paper and got ready to leave.
The owner tapped the table. “ Wait Bruce.”
He stilled, looking back at her. She pointed to his chest. “ Hand me your name badge, Doctor– I mean Bruce. Apologies for a slip of tongue - cough - Anyways, That is the hospital’s property.”
Bruce's hand quivered as he pulled it out of his white coat and placed it over her palm. “ Thank you, Mr. Bruce.” she said.
No one saw a single tear rolled down and fell to the ground as he left. No one.
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Cassandra shook her head, “ He hasn't left his room yesterday. All the meals we left remained outside. He didn't touch anything.” Her eyes were down, sad in ways that he rarely saw her be.
Only their dad, Bruce, could have such an effect on his sister.
Cassandra was too close to him for her own good.
Terry sighed, moving his attention to the door that hadn't opened since Bruce entered. It wouldn't be a lie to say that Terry felt his heart break hearing the small muffled of sobs that left Bruce's mouth.
It was already hard stopping Jason, Damian or Stephanie from breaking the door and seizing him by force and comforting him after they'd all seen the footage of him holding his cries, bent on the floor.
Their dad did his best to hold them in, to not scare them, to not make them feel burdened. Oh Bruce, he really didn't have to, Terry thought. They were more than willing to comfort Bruce.
To make him forget that downright tiring job.
Bruce just needed to be their dad.
Just needed to stay under their eyes and live happily being spoiled by them, giving them the affection and love they crave.
He got up from the chair and stood in front of Cassandra. “ I can't let him stay alone anymore. One day is enough. He's going to lose himself if he stays alone and depressed any longer.”
He opened the drawer and took our a spare key they'd especially had made for their dad's room. The room opened with a thug, Cassandra didn't stop him. Just followed along with him.
Both of them stiffened when the echo of sobs made way to their ears. Their hearts paced up, breathing became shallower to not scare their dad.
He sat on one corner, looking completely lost and scared. He didn't at all resemble the Dad they'd met and fallen in love with. But he was theirs and they were his.
They could spent a whole life begging for forgiveness by aiming Bruce happier than he ever could be staying at that hospital.
That place didn't deserve someone as pure and loving as their dad.
They moved closer, Bruce turned towards them and froze.
He quickly swung a blanket to cover his face.
But they were quicker. Years of training and dealing with the black market and handling the business empire that marked them as a mafia family had sharpened their reflexes.
Terry held his arms while Cassandra plowed the white bedsheet off of him.
Bruce's whole body quaked, his eyes looked completely dazed. He breathed loudly, like air couldn't enter at all, sweat had almost started to appear in every visible patch of skin. Terry and Cassandra picked up the rising heartbeat immediately.
Sirens ran in their heads.
Bruce was having an anxiety attack.
They both exchanged a nod and spring in action.
Cassandra took over his hands and gently began to Pat his back, running circles like Bruce had done for her once. “ Dad, look I'm right here with you. You're safe.”
Bruce's shaking didn't stop but it lessened. He hasn't noticed them yet but he felt their presence.
Cassandra continued. “ This is going to pass. Bruce, Dad, you're so Brave. Look can you hear me. I'm right here.”
“ I'm….. Dis-Disg-Disgusting…Hate… hate myself… . Terrible, I'm a terr-terrible—terr-terrible---doc..tor…a fraud….”
Oh, Dad. Their gazes collided.
That woman did a number on him.
Terry sat on his other side, lowering his voice to be gentle like his sister. “ Dad listen to me, see how I'm breathing? Follow it. You can do it… yes that's it pace it with me.”
Bruce slowly by quietly followed his instructions, his breathing started to normalize but he kept on repeating those words.
Cassandra moved closer. Her voice coaxing. “ You're strong papa. You did nothing wrong. Mistakes happen in this profession. You're not disgusting, you're kind. You're the purest and kindest person we know.”
Bruce looked at her. Like really looked at her. Like he couldn't believe the words she said. Cassandra felt a string pull in her heart.
She almost felt bad for what they did.
She schooled her expression and met his eyes head on. Showing not a single thread of doubt. Bruce stared at her, kept on staring till his body frankly relaxed.
They closely checked and found his breathing had returned back to normal.
Bruce's eyes filled with moisture looked at both his children and asked a question. “ Am I really not disgusting?”
Both of them nodded. “ You aren't Bruce. You're our dad.”
He hesitated, not quite believing them yet but they waited patiently, not leaving him alien for a minute. Only after what seemed to be hours having passed did Bruce move closer.
They both hugged him and let his exhaustion lull him to sleep.
Cassandra ran her hand through his hairs,looking softly at him, his snores filled the room, heart beat eased, chest moving back and forth normally.
Terry rubbed the back of his head. “ Dick's going to be pissed as hell.” he groaned.
Cassandra remained focus on her dad, touching his cheeks and caressing his hair to hopefully comfort him in his dreams. ‘ That woman and her child are going to die if they're lucky.’ that thought left her mind as easily as it came.
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It took weeks of hard work to get a quarter of the spirit that their father had, back into him. He still stiffened if a stranger or someone other than him made eye contact.
He said it reminded him of that day in the hospital.
He had stopped leaving the house as much.
Even if he left, it would always be with one for them.
So his time alone was non-existent. Someone was always with him, giving him company. Bruce preferred it that way.
They of course were overjoyed.
That hard little shake had made their dad fall completely in their hands.
He gave them as much affection they needed. They had him right in their crunches, everything was going the way they wanted.
Dick grinned as his Dad ruffled his hair and looked at him lovingly, calling him chum. Dick loved this, this was it. This was everything they ever needed.
He thanked every single deity that Stephanie ran into their dad. He was the one that considered them as humans, as children that deserved love, the one that didn't push them away.
He was the one that made them feel not like monsters or devils that had the whole of northern America trembling over the mere mention of their name , but rather his kids.
Dick saw a notification pop up on his phone. The smile that was over his face stiffened, replaced steadily by a cold glare. Bruce noticed and asked him.
Dick hid the phone behind his back and just smiled at his dad. That smile clearly didn't reach his eyes. Bruce, who knew that Dick wasn't smiling genuinely, didn't say anything.
Maybe one of Dick's business partners made a mistake.
Still it wasn't his job to interfere in his adult son's personal matters.
He waved Dick goodbye as he left in his car. Bruce walked in, acknowledged the greetings of the staff doing their work and made way to the library.
Jason sat at his corner, deep in the book Bruce knew he loved to death. It was the original Pride and Prejudice book that was nowadays hard to get. The spine of the book had broken long ago, pages were having tilted corners - yet the book remained in good condition.
It was well known how much Jason adored Jane Austen’s books. Even in them Pride and Prejudice had a special place of its own. Bruce stood at the door, his back against the wooden frame.
He looked at him fondly. “ You're enjoying yourself, son.”
Jason's eyes shot up before relaxing. He closed the book and got up. “ What brought you here, old man. Weren't you supposed to be resting?” He took off his leather jacket and placed it over Bruce's shoulder.
He's treating me like I'm a fragile piece of glass.
Bruce held the jacket tightly, wrinkling the fabric on the edge. Jason noticed this and smiled, “ Taking your anger out on the jacket isn't going to help. Let's go to your room, dad.”
Bruce followed when he said the word dad. Jason just called him dad. Bruce wondered how he'd gotten so lucky with these kids. He wished he still had his job and own money so he could hire a lawyer and get an adoption paper made for them.
Sigh, everything can't go the way one wants. Can't it?
Both of them reached his room, Jason followed behind him, sitting with him on the bed, hugging him and letting Bruce Pat him.
Jason didn't want the toes to know how much he craved his dad's affection and touch. He was thirsty for parental affection that had been stolen from him to his mother - no Catherine's betrayal. So Jason had done the only thing that would cut ties with his old self when he came back from the dead.
He personally executed Catherine.
Let the bullet Pierce through her head and have her flesh fed to the dogs. Not even a bone of her remained to show she had lived in this world.
As for joker, Dick, Barbara and Cassandra made an example out of him. People shuddered even mentioning that clown's name for the fear of bad luck clutching to them. Ironic really.
Bruce sat with him, Jason's head remained over his dad's chest, hearing his heart beat made Jason more relaxed than any sort of white noise.
Jason wished that time would stop forever.
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Life had a way to throw curve balls at the worst times.
The Batfamily didn't realise their time was ticking like a time ticking bomb. The bomb was just waiting for the right time to diffuse and blow over everything they've built so far.
Bruce got even better. Returning to his former bright self. He'd remained in the dark of their business. To him, they were all just working in a company that dealt with lots of shipping and trade.
Everything was going perfect.
So perfect that they let their guard down.
And letting your guard down in such a profession, was both a foolish move that required courage and stupidity.
It was during a ball they had decided to take Bruce with them to. One of the other major mafia families - the Regàrtö's had agreed to work with them for the distribution of a specific drug that replicated insulin's effect in the body.
It cost less to make and side effects were almost non-existent, except for the severe addiction that made one unable to leave it or they'll die in pain.
It was so tragically painful that the victims made one take steps back and shudder. Their skins would go red, feet would start with a burning sensation that later led to one having to cut their legs to remove the pain. The body would go completely numb.
The sad part was that none of the victims knew about the side effects before they stopped taking it. Thus, it was sought out by all kinds of groups.
Bruce had wandered out in the garden and heard the other man laughing with Dick standing to his side. All his children were there. They wore sober expressions, like they didn't care at all for the victims they'd be bringing this misery to.
Bruce didn't think there was anything worse than that day in the hospital after his parents death. But this day proved that the universe had a knack for loving his misery.
He was about to come out when the next words trailed off from that man's mouth. “ You know that old hag and her son you'd sent to me were quite a treat. My puppies enjoyed them fully. Poor things got used and discarded by you brats.”
Tim glared at him. “ It's better to forget past matters already, Mr. Lane. They had reached the end of their purpose so they were discarded as easily as that.”
The man, Mr. Lane laughed even louder, his golden hair and golden tooth appearing striking under the dark garden. “ HAHAHA— I truly pity your father. He got monsters like you claiming him. Poor man lost his job, reputation and everything yet here you act lovingly with him while being the ones that caused his downfall.”
They're the one that ruined his life?
The ones that made that patient suffer?
The leaves in his hand scattered and fell down. Bruce didn't pay it any attention. He felt the ground had disappeared from under his feet.
Twenty years of his hard work down the drain.
The ones that he thought completed his life were the ones to ruin it in the first place?
Bruce felt the blood flowing through his veins stop.
He couldn't register any sound.
His own heart and breathing felt too heavy for him.
Maybe if he looks hard enough he'll see the camera and then all of them would turn towards him laughing saying they were pranking him.
Tears brimmed near his eyes.
He bit his lips, hard enough to draw blood.
The blood dripped down, slowly by steadily forming a small pool for blood at his feet.
“That's enough, Mr. Lane.” Tim's eyes glimmered darkly. His smile didn't reach his eyes at all. It resembled a predator wearing the skin of a human but not appearing completely human to the eyes.
“ We came to discuss the deal, not talk about the past. Let's continue–” All of them froze.
Bruce looked down and saw he had stepped on a branch of a tree by mistake. His gaze moved upwards and the bush that he hid behind suddenly vanished.
He was face to face with all those that played a part in betrayal.
All his children looked stunned. Not expecting him to be in front of his eyes. “ Fuck, we're screwed.” He heard Jason mutter under his breath. Bruce would say language if he had a voice.
All of them had a guilty expression of getting caught.
They really did betray him.
“ B, listen–” He heard Dick say, his body language screamed of nervousness that he was worried to hurt Bruce. Strange, didn't he already twist the dagger deep in Bruce's back? What was he worried about now?
Dick tried to extend his hand towards Bruce's shoulder.
Only for it to be slapped away.
‘ Liar.’ Bruce's eyes screamed.
His face quivered in disgust. All of them tried to approach him. Even that man looked stunned. But Bruce didn't want them anywhere near him.
He turned away and ran. Fast.
They followed back, screaming his name, muttering apologies. They couldn't easily catch him normally but what Bruce felt at that moment was complete and utter despair.
The adrenaline made him forget the pain in his old knees that hadn't run since the day he got fired. He ran faster than he had in years. Even his late twenties self would pale in comparison.
“ Bruce please listen to us-! ”
“ B, We're sorry– we didn't mean to—”
“ Father– please give us--a chance!”
Bruce kept on running till what remained was the wide ocean on his back and his exhausted children that were breathing heavily. His chest moved up and down. He was tired, so fricking tired.
The oxygen entered his lungs and left as carbon dioxide just quickly.
“ Bruce.” Stephanie said, holding out her hand towards him. Her eyes looked red, resembling a crazy predator's. Bruce wondered how he'd been so blind to not notice them before.
Her hand was shaking badly, afraid to be pushed back. Bruce wanted to slap it away. Wanted it gone from his sight. “ B, please.” Dick said this time.
He didn't look like a man that was deciding the fate of millions just minutes ago.
He looked pitiful. Bruce hated the way his heart plunged from this man's tears. ‘ He's not my son. None of them are.’ He wanted to say that thought out loud.
“…. B, we're sorry. We're willing to beg for your forgiveness till our death. Please don't leave us. Don't hate us.”
“ I beg you, dad.” Cassandra voiced.
He stayed there and got up when he felt the large waves crash with the stones of the hill. His eyes narrowed and he pushed Stephanie aside just at the right time.
Bruce was held in Stephanie’s arms as she cried. Blood began to form a large puddle under his body. She screamed, begged him not to leave them.
Bruce's hand caressed her cheek. “ You know… when I heard the truth I still didn't hate you…I hate myself for it, wondering why I felt pity for monsters like you children-”
“ Bruce, please don't speak-” She sobbed.
Jason was yelling for backup and the medical team to get here. “ I – cough - know about the Lazarus Pit. It can bring people back from the dead, can't it?.... Jason you returned back to life with his help didn't you?”
Jason bit his lips, “ Yeah… I did, old man…”
“ Don't.. Resurrect me… I don't want to come back… please.”
“ Damian promise me. You won't try to bring me back. I've seen the suffering Jason went through.” He coughed out blood. “ I'm sorry… I'm not such a strong dad…”
All of them sat in a circle, watching the light in their dad's eyes die permanently. The hand holding Stephanie’s face gradually lost strength, his eyes remained half open as he muttered his words. “ I forgive you all.”
Light fell over them, they looked towards the dawn the sun had brought. But for them, their sun was him and he was gone.
The sun would never shine for them again.
A/n : Hell yeahhhhhhhh! This took me eight hours of total writing. I wrote 1k words yesterday followed by today's 9k +words in one sitting. I'm telling you this I'd a new personal record. No one loves and hate my boy Bruce like the author Niki on ao3 does. I hope I'm close second XD.
A/n: anyways, comments would really make me feel loved and appreciated. I hope everyone that reads this had a fun time and had tissues already prepared . Also don't come for me with a knife, I really didn't plan on ending it like this. Bruce made me do this- I swear! Pinky promise!!
