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At this point they just own my life.

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EDIT: you all can reblog this multiple times with different characters/pairings! This is not exclusive to superbat or DC (saying this because one of my moots felt bad about making other ships and I'm like What-??. It's A FREE POST. Go crazy)

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My attempt at justice lords superbat (Kal just killed someone for harassing his wife)

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Bruce would do anything for Kal, and he knows it. And as much as Kal disproves, he could never leave his dear wife.

(This may or may not be a soft launch for a future fic)

#i have literally never used this before in my life #i am obsessed now #ts was so fun to make #superbat

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Having an argument, and Bruce is trying to offer advice

Tim, sarcastically: Thank you so much, autism central, I think I’ll take it from here

Bruce, stunned: What the fuck?? This is friendly fire!

——

Hal: Gotta say, I love your Dad’s big naturals *makes squeezing motions with hands*

Cass, slowly turns around with horror etched on her face: What

Hal: *snaps picture* Lock Screen *flees before he gets stabbed*

——

Damian, his face very serious and stoic: Father, this mortal shell that I am bound by requires… *takes a deep breath* huggies

Bruce, trying so hard not to laugh: Did your brother teach you that? *pulling Damian into his arms*

Damian, satisfied yet slightly embarrassed look on his face: Yes, Richard said it was the best way to gain physical affection from you

Bruce: You just have to ask baby, maybe not like that, though, you sound pained

——

Bruce, watching Hal from afar: Hrn…

Dick: You’re so in love with him it’s redonkulous

Bruce, pleading softly: Please don’t say the word ‘redonkulous’ to me right now. I can’t handle it

——

Bruce: It’s a no, you guys, and nothing you say is going to change that. I’m putting my foot down

Duke: What if we kidnap Jason every night this week and force him to come to the family dinner

Bruce: …I’m picking my foot up

——

Hal: *saying something without thinking*

Bruce: *looking up at the cameras with a deadpan expression like he’s in The Office*

——

Alfred: I made beans and toast for breakfast. Later, I will make a meal with mushy peas

Bruce, who has traveled the entire world, has had all kinds of cultural food, and hates bland British food: Ooo yum… *strained smile*

Alfred: *nods and walks away*

Steph: That was a little flat, B man

Bruce: Shut up… whatever makes Alfred happy

Damian: I’m glad you share the same taste palette as me, Baba

Duke: What if we sneak out to go get some food? Like, actual food

Dick: I’m down

Jason: Well, let’s fucking hurry before he comes back!

——

Bruce: Let me in there! I’ll do the surgery myself, I’m medically trained!

Nurse: You are not a doctor, Sir-

Bruce: I said medically, not legally!

——

Bruce: Oh, light of my life… get the fuck down from the fridge

Duke: But there’s so much space up here!

——

Bruce, coming back from doctors due to multiple fractures in his leg and a concussion: The clinician is calling it “trauma” or something

Bruce: Don’t know what the fuck she’s talking about

Bruce: I’m as spring as a spry chicken

Jason, driving him back from the doctor's appointment: It’s as spry as a spring chicken

Bruce: That’s what I said?

——

Bruce, walks into the study: ?

Steph, crying her eyes out: Wahhh!

Cass, comforting her: The delivery driver knows her by name. Asked if he’d be back tomorrow

Bruce: Ah, painful

——

Dick, who has frequent hallucinations: Everyone hal-nutes people

Alfred: First of all, it is hallucinates

Alfred: Secondly, no

Bruce, who also has frequent hallucinations: Hmm… I dunno, I think we should hear him out

——

Hal, bringing Bruce coffee: Here you go, babe

Bruce, smiling softly: Thank you, love *presses a soft kiss to his cheek* This is just what I needed

Hal, flustered and smiling dopely: Uh huh, no problem-

Damian, tugging on Bruce’s sleeve: Baba

Bruce: Hi, baby, how are you? *kissing Dami's cheek*

Damian, all smiles at Bruce: I’m good, Baba, I just wanted to see you

Damian, glaring at Hal over Bruce’s shoulder: Get the fuck away from him, he’s mine

Hal, sweating: …

——

Dick: Dad, please sit the fuck down!

Jason: Are you trying to sneak off somewhere? You know we can’t allow that

Tim: Seriously, Bruce, you’re just aggravating your wounds

Bruce: You guys are being dramatic

Bruce: I was lightly tossed over the hood of a car. I’m not invalid

Steph: Don’t say it like that! You got run over!

——

Bruce: I can’t just not give the kids in the alley joyrides in the Batmobile

Bruce: They’ll riot

Alfred: Master Bruce, they’re children

Bruce: They’re Gotham children. We're an entirely different breed. You wouldn't understand

Jason: That’s true

Steph: I support this message

——

Dick, coming in from outside: Hi Ace, did ya miss me!

Ace, running past Dick to Bruce excitedly: Woof!

Dick: Hurts every time

Bruce, petting Ace: You can’t really blame him, he’s my dog, Birdie

Dick: Still

——

Bruce, at a restaurant eating: Oops *accidentally drops napkin*

Patrons: *scrambling to grab it, either to keep it for themselves or give it back to Bruce*

Bruce: *sigh* This happens every time

——

Cass, appearing with a chip hat with one half full of guacamole and the other salsa: Dad

Bruce, half asleep because it’s 1 am: Oh my gosh, I was just dreaming about this

Bruce: You know me so fucking well, I love you so much, princess

——

Stuck in traffic

Bruce, overstimulated from being honked at: Jaylad

Jason: Yea?

Bruce, at his breaking point: Go find the motherfucker who's been honking at me and shoot him point-blank range, please

Jason, scared: O-oh…

Bruce, white knuckling the steering wheel, eyes distant: It’ll be considered mercy compared to what I want to do to them

——

Bruce, down the hall: Where is my sweet boy? My lovely little baby boy?

Batboys: *heads lifting up*

Dick: …

Tim: You guys know he’s talking about me, right? I dunno why you’re all looking up

Duke: In your dreams, spleenless, you must still be fucking sick. Get your head checked

Jason: Oh, and I suppose you think he’s talking about you? He’s known you for the shortest amount of time

Damian: Gentleman, please, it's hilarious to watch you argue when you know who he was actually calling. Your delusions will never cease to amuse me

Dick: Yeah fucking right, I’ve been here longer than all of you! I’m the reason why he wanted to have more kids in the first place. Trying to compare will only hurt your feelings

Batboys, eyeing each other: …

Bruce, still down the hall and in a happy voice: Come here, baby!

Batboys, scrambling to get to Bruce: Tati/Papa/Dad/B-man/Baba!

He’s talking to Ace

——

Bruce: Sometimes you just gotta say “I’m gonna kill myself!” Before moving on with your day

Steph: You’re so right

Duke, snapping his fingers like it was a slam poetry: Speak your truth

——

Bruce, talking about Tim’s weed usage: I’m not telling you to stop, sweetheart. All I’m saying is limit yourself before going on patrol

Bruce: The smell lingers

Alfred: It could be worse

Alfred: At least Master Timmothy wasn’t caught trying LSD behind the bleachers at school

Bruce, scoffing: First, I wasn’t trying, I was doing. Second, I was only caught one time; they didn’t get me any other time with my other stuff

Alfred: What

Bruce: Hm? I didn’t say anything

Tim: I’m gonna leave… it doesn’t feel safe in here

——

Hal, bursting in: Spooky! I have an assassin problem. I need your help

Bruce, groaning: There’s always an assassin problem in this family!

Cass and Damian look up

Bruce: Yeah, you two are trouble, but not today's trouble

——

Hal, watching Bruce beat up an intergalactic villain who's made entire planets cower: I could handle that

*Record scratch* Like hell he can

——

Texting

Hal: I think we need to break up

Hal: I’m not good for you, and I don’t want to drag you into my personal problems

Hal: I could put you in harm's way

Bruce: No

Hal: Okay

Bruce: Say you love me

Hal: I love you so much, babe

Bruce: Good. I love you too

——

Bruce, wearing headphones and chilling by himself: …

Tim, storms in angrily: !!!

Damian, storms in after him angrier: !!!

Bruce, watching them yell at each other without being able to hear a thing: …

Dick, comes in, annoyed and starts yelling at them: !!!

Jason, comes in to instigate: !!!

Tim and Damian teaming up on their older brothers, apparently making up with each other: !!!

Dick and Jason teaming up and waving their hands around: !!!

Steph and Cass peeking their heads around the corner: !!!

Tim jumping on Dick’s back and Dick running out of the room: !!!

Jason grabbing Damian and throwing him over his shoulder before following: !!!

Duke, closing the door and leaving Bruce alone again: …

Bruce, who didn’t hear a single thing being said but is exhausted: … *goes back to reading*

——

Bruce: What doing?

Tim: Trying to collect everyone in the LGBT

Tim: I don’t have anyone who is nonbinary

Bruce: ?

Bruce: You have me

Tim: … what?

Tim: Why didn’t you say anything?!

Bruce: Not important

Bruce: The city needs me

Tim: Okay, yeah, you would say shit like that

Tim: So.. pronouns?

Bruce: Don’t care, more important things to worry about

——

Dick: I’m just… I’m a little sad you didn’t adopt me sooner

Bruce: What?

Dick: Yeah, I guess I was jealous when Jason first came around, and you adopted him immediately

Dick: Why didn’t you want to adopt me?

Bruce: …

Bruce: You’re kidding, right?

Dick: No…?

Bruce: First, it was a different time back then, and I could only take you as a ward for the time being

Bruce: After a few years, I came to you and asked if you’d be okay with me adopting you

Bruce: You weren’t

Dick: …really?

Bruce: You screamed, yelled, and hit me

Bruce: You told me, "If you ever try and replace my parents again, I’ll kill myself and make you watch. I’ll leave a note and make sure everyone knows it’s because of you."

Bruce: So yeah, I never asked again

Dick: …

Dick: I’m sorry… I don’t remember that

Bruce: *shrugs* Didn't think you would. It’s been years, Dick. I understand you were going through a tough time

Bruce: It still hurts, though

——

Hal: Can we have hate sex?

Bruce: But we don’t hate each other?

Hal: Yes, but haven’t you heard of role play?

——

Bruce, smack Damian on the head lightly with a wooden sword: I believe that’s another win for me, Habibi

Damian, frustrated: How?? I’ve trained in the sword my entire life

Bruce: And I’ve trained longer

Damian: But I am a master of the League’s sword technique

Bruce: No, you’re a master of the new and improved version

Bruce: When I was there, I did a complete overhaul, which is the version that you’re using today

Damian: … what?

Bruce: Don’t worry, I know you’ll surpass me

——

Bruce, surrounded by priceless jewelry and picking out what he likes best: Hmm

Steph: Damn, Bruce! This shit belongs in a museum *holds up solid gold bangales*

Tim: I think this one was in a museum… *holding up a diamond earrings*

Bruce: Yeah, it was

Duke: You must’ve spent a fortune

Bruce, confused: What do you mean?

Steph: I mean… this shit would put a dent in any billionaire’s pockets

Bruce: I didn’t buy any of this. They gave it to me

Tim: … why would they do that?

Bruce: I’m Bruce Wayne?

Bruce: The world belongs to me

Duke: Ah… that actually makes sense

——

Hal: Just come over, I’ll make us food

Bruce: No thanks, I don’t eat

Bruce: …

Bruce: Wait, that sounds weird. What did Tim call them? Pick me? Yeah, sounded pick me-ish

Bruce: No, I have ARFID

Hal: I’ll make one of your safe foods

Bruce: I love you so much

——

Batkids: This isn’t working

Bruce: … okay

Batkids: Try different parenting. Act like Alfred *unaware of "parent Alfred" and only know "Grandpa Alfred" which is vastly different*

Bruce: I don’t see how that’s better, but okey? *emotionally neglects them and guilt-trips them all while being passive-aggressive*

——

Cass, sliding in to sit next to Bruce: I see you bought mangos

Bruce: Hrn

Cass: Please cut mangos for me

Bruce: Why? Your brother cuts mangos himself to eat. If you want to eat mangos, go cut them yourself

Cass: Fruit tastes better when you cut it

Cass: Dad, please, I’ll die without mangos

Bruce, preparing to stand up: You are so annoying

——

Duke: What’s one of your favorite Robin moments?

Bruce: Any? You’re not asking me to rank them, are you?

Duke: No, we’ll both get in trouble for that

Bruce: Hm, Steph wanted a main weapon. Like Dick and his escrima sticks or Tim and his Bo staff

Bruce: So she picked up a shovel for like, a week straight

Bruce: She was actually really good

——

Tim, having a depressive episode: I don’t want to survive

Bruce: And yet, you must

Bruce, yanking his blanket off: Up, sweetums, we’re taking Ace on a walk

Tim, slowly sliding out of bed: Ugh

——

Bruce: So let me get this straight

Jason: …

Bruce: You’re mad at me for not knowing something that you’re purposefully hiding from me?

Dick: …

Bruce: Do you see how fucking stupid that sounds?

——

Bruce: My love language is lurking

Duke: Aaah! How long have you been there?!

——

Bruce: I hate everything!

Bruce: I hate the world! I hate myself! I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin!

Ace, trots in carrying Bruce’s meds:

Bruce: Ooh, that makes so much more sense. Thank you, Ace

——

Alfred: Master Bruce was always going missing one way or another, promising he was going to run away

Alfred: Like that one time *recounts story*

Bruce: Ah, no, I was actually kidnapped that one time

Alfred: Hm?

Bruce: Yeah, you seemed annoyed at me, so I just told you I ran away

Bruce: Didn’t wanna stress you out

Alfred, eye twitching: Didn’t want to stress me out…

——

During an interview

Reporter: And how did you end up in that neck brace?

Hal: I asked him to squeeze my head with his thighs

Bruce, blushing: Please stop talking

Hal: It was the best moment of my life

Hal: I wear this injury with pride

——

Cass: We need a distraction

Bruce: Don’t worry, I’ve got this

Bruce, walking out into the camera's line of sight: *smiles*

Paparazzi: *clamoring to talk to him or just get a picture of his smile*

Jason: Damn… I always forget how famous and popular he is…

——

Bruce getting detained for beating up an old guy messing with his kids at a gala

Police person, trying to cuff Bruce: P-please cooperate, Mr Wayne

Bruce, eyes dark and blood still splattered across his cheek: Do you really want to do this?

Police person, trembling and scared: No, Sir *fumbling with the cuffs*

Bruce, voice very close to Batman’s register: You’re going to let me go. Now.

Police person, in tears: Yes, Sir

——

Bruce, coming downstairs wearing a sexy revealing outfit: Hm

Jason, crossing his arms: No

Bruce: … what?

Damian: You heard him, Baba. No way you’re going out like that

Bruce, amused: Oh? And why is that?

Damian: It’s too revealing!!

Bruce: I’m going on a date with Hal, it’ll be fine

Jason: Oh, we’ll see about that

Jason: Guys! Come look at what Pa is wearing!

Dick: What- oh hell no

Bruce: I thought you boys grew out of this

Tim: Dad, I’m gonna have to agree with them. This is... your shirt doesn't even have a back!

Bruce: It’s not that bad

Steph: You look hot, like, out of this world sexy

Bruce, pleased: Thank you

Steph: Which is exactly why you can’t wear it. Too many creeps

Duke: Maybe you should put on a nice sweater or something?

Bruce, crossing his arms: I don’t want a sweater

Dick: I thought I threw out all your tight pants?

Bruce: So it was you! Also, this is insanely hypocritical coming from you, of all people, chickadee

Tim: That’s different! You’re our Dad!

Bruce: I seriously can’t deal with you guys right now. I’m gonna be late

Alfred: Hang on, Master Bruce. Perhaps it would be best if you did change into something less… form-fitting?

Bruce: Not you too, Alfred!

Steph: Like, wow, I feel like we need to hire bodyguards

Duke: Seriously, any sweater will do

Hal, flying in through the window: Hey, babe- whoa… whoa… whoaaaa… *staring at Bruce*

Alfred: Advert your eyes before I make you

Hal, flies down and wraps his arms around Bruce’s waist: Hurt me all you want, I’ll die for this sight a million times over

Bruce: Let’s go on that date. Now.

Hal: On it, babe. I can’t wait to show you off. I can fight bae, wear whatever you want

Bruce, grinning: Hrn

Leaves while the Batfamily yells and threatens to track them down

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