Bruce has a very large fortune so when he adopted a small child who’s only home was a circus, he committed.
An old unused ballroom filled with every single piece of equipment including a tightrope.
Dick always preferred lyra, trapezes and silks, to the point Bruce could count on his hand the amount of times it was used.
From the very beginning of his Robin tenure it was clear how much Tim favored his eldest and how much Dick returned it.
Both boys flipping across the cave, Tim spending extra time with Dick to perfect their acrobatics.
It became a fundamental the sky is blue, water is wet and he adopted two walking heart attacks.
Coming home from the timesteam was an adjustment it seemed like everything was different. Jason coming home more often, Dick’s exhaustion, Damian’s farm, and Tim no longer Robin.
So it was almost calming sitting on the floor watching Tim and Dick both balance one handed forty feet in the air.
An old trick for his boys walk to the center of the rope lean down not a foot away from each other and wait.
Younger Tim was not able to keep the handstand for longer than a minute, the moment Dick would catch a wobble said child would throw himself at Tim laughing as they fall into the net.
Another thing clearly having changed almost ten minutes and Tim’s arm is still tight.
His once tiny Robin now at least 150 pounds and giving the oldest a run for his money.
If Bruce hadn’t been watching as closely he would have missed at the fifteen minute mark Dick’s arm beginning to shake.
Tim clearly didn’t either copying his brother’s favorite move pushing off into a flip slamming his full body weight into Dick.
Dick’s cackle as Tim very gracefully puts himself behind so his own back slams into the net.
“I’M SUPPOSED TO CATCH YOU!”
“Nope, you’ve done it too much I’ve got to even the score.”
Bruce doesn’t dignify that with a response, he knows it will be two hours of them throwing themselves off increasingly higher surfaces so the other can catch in pursuit of their ridiculous competition.
“Old man…what the fuck?” Jason’s presence having went completely unnoticed laser focused on Tim and Dick’s running and flipping across the tightrope trying to knock the other off.
“Everything ok?” His second oldest joining him on the floor, Jason’s lack of answer jumping his blood pressure.
Turning to face Jason he didn’t expect eyes filled with awe. Bruce is not ashamed to admit disbelief realizing Jason was staring at his brothers.
“Shut up..it’s cool ok? I will kill you-.”
“Safe with me Jaylad…do you have a request?” Much like he ignored the threat he will take plausible deniability at Jason’s attempt to hide his excitement.
“Don’t make me say it.” The Terrifying Red Hood whines.
Whistling luckily gets their attention “BOYS! Please grant your Father a favor and do my favorite routine, I miss seeing the quadruple somersaults!”
At the double thumbs up he settles in to watch in his very biased opinion, the greatest acrobatics show in the universe while relishing in the presence of his walking miracle.
Only two things are missing from making this a perfect day. The universe finally works in his favor, the youngest appearing following a popcorn toting Alfred.
“No performance is complete without it Master Bruce.”
Damian practically screams throwing himself into Bruce’s side and half on top of Jason to watch.
His children together and happy.
Bruce sharing a smile with Alfred and a whisper of thanks when the man hands him the Lisinopril.
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