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based on that one scene from Ghost Stories lol
Commission Info / Kofi (members get comics a week early)
Bruce Wayne has a massive bounty on his head at all times, multi millions of dollars constantly hanging above him when he goes out in public. Thus, he has his own personal guard when going to galas or charity events. Is it a conflict of interest that his personal guard is made up of his children and coworkers? Probably. Does he care? No.
Socialite 1: Is that... Nightwing? In a suit?
Socialite 2: It is! Who is that next to him? Red Robin?
Dick and Tim, with blazers and sunglasses over their normal costumes, trailing after Bruce the whole night, trying not to giggle at the absurdity of watching Bruce 'Batman' Wayne nearly spill the entire punch bowl on himself:
At first, the public is concerned that a billionaire can "buy out" vigilantes, but it doesn't take long for someone to just... ask Nightwing to guard them for a night, and he agrees, not asking for payment. This eventually becomes little kids asking for Robin to 'guard them on their way to school' and folks begging Batman to 'guard their dog for the week' (Since when did The Mission become pet sitting???) (Obviously, he agrees, tho the little yippy pomeranian gets taken to Wayne Manor for the week instead, and Ace gets a temporary new friend)
A hotline gets set up so that anyone who feels unsafe can call a number and have one of the Bat Family members walk them home. It gets used a lot by drunk college students, women, and kids who stayed up past curfew.
Scared little kid, barely able to reach the payphone, using their last quarters: Um... I n-need.. Robin.. p-please.. I'm really scared... its really d-dark... my house is far away...
Damian, who is already in the area, beelining towards where the call came from:
SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS
bruce wayne x daughter!reader
summary: in which bruce wayne finally comes to terms that his daughter is no longer his little girl.
tw: just pure fluff, fiancé/husband!roy harper mention! a little angst, based of two songs, "slipping through my fingers" and "maybe", crying bruce and batfam? father-daughter love chat. "father of the bride" based a little?
notes: i've had this on my mind for a while now and i always wanted to do a platonic batfam story so hear it is!
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he couldn't handle coming face to with this because today was the day he was supposed to let go.
BRUCE has faced many more difficult trails and tribulations than this one... so why was he having trouble with this one? maybe it was because it wasn't a life or death situation with the purpose of saving gotham from a bomb that would cause havoc for the entire city square.
this was something much more personal.
something concerning family.
it was your wedding.
it was about giving you away today, something he was slightly dreading for a while. don't get him mistaken. he was elated when he found out that roy had proposed to you, your entire engagement made him feel so proud and he was happy along with the rest of the family.
but it was only when he was on patrol with jason that the reality practically slapped him square in the face when jason said, "you ready to walk her down the aisle, old man?"
bruce froze on the rooftop ledge once he heard that, and then he thought of it. you were getting married. his little girl was getting married.
then the day finally came.
and now he was standing outside your dressing room, practically too paralyzed to knock.
prior to this, he had admitted one of his concerns to clark, but it only lead to the blue boy scout laughing square in his face which made bruce glare daggers at him. "i– i just didn't expect out of all the problems in your life that this one bothers you so much that you had to talk with me!"
bruce just sighed over clark's continuous laughter before he felt a firm grasp on his shoulder. clark looked at him and shifted his glasses back up onto his face, "listen bruce, this day was going to come one day or another, and whether it's hard or not... she's not your little girl today."
she's a woman now.
those words rang through his mind and bruce closed his eyes, taking soft breaths before moving his hand up towards the door and knocking gently.
the ceremony was about to start soon, the time was coming. the time was coming to give you away.
the door opened to reveal cassie with steph peeping right behind her. as soon as they saw him, two big grins appeared on their face, practically gleaming with joy. "HE'S HERE!— bruce cover your eyes and turn around."
chuckling softly, bruce put his hands up in surrender and covered his eyes, slowly walking in backwards into the room. both girls guiding him to make sure he didn't trip over anything.
giggles could be heard and he could just imagine the smiles all around him. the smells of rose, strawberries and vanilla clouded his scent, bringing a deep warmth feeling to his chest. it was soon that he had to look you in the eyes, the eyes of his little girl.
"okay you can look now!"
he uncovered his eyes, taking in the room in all its glory, elegant and ornate. its intricate white molding and decorative carvings adorning the walls and door frames.
bruce turns around, and then the air is kicked out of his lungs as soon as he sees you. his eyes widened at the sight of you.
the wedding ball gown is a cascade of ivory and lace that seemed to breathe as you stood in it. the bodice, sculpted with delicate embroidery, while the sheer sleeves wrapped yourr arms in a veil of elegance, traced with threads of silver light. you hold a bouquet of light pink flowers, and your hair is pinned up with grace as a floor length veil falls behind you.
"hi dad... " you say softly as you smile brightly, watching him take the most cautious steps towards. you look like an angel. you were his angel, a blessing that he was so grateful for.
then he felt it, the tears beginning to pool in his eyes as he felt them burn. he takes the handkerchief out his suits pocket and covers both eyes with them. he can't contain it anymore.
you're a woman now, in all your glory.
you feel tears weld in your eyes and you try to fan them away in order to not mess up your makeup. "you're gorgeous... you look perfect... " you hear bruce mutter as he tries to contain a choked up sob.
your lips quiver and you let out a soft hiccup before you shuffle towards him, steph and cass making sure to hold up your dress from behind so you wouldn't fall. you cry as you wrap your arms around bruce, you sob as if you were a kid again and hearing this made it even harder for him.
because you had always been his little girl for forever in his eyes.
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he didn't want to let go of you when you both started to walk down that aisle.
he felt like he'd be losing something that he could never get back ever again. bruce didn't want that, but you were so happy, and seeing you that happy made his world.
"grayson— please stop slobbering all over yourself, i'd like to watch my sister get married in silence." damien said, glaring at his older brother who couldn't control the waterworks. dick continued to cry into a rag given to him courtesy of starfire, who let him cry into her shoulder.
each step you took down the chapel towards the alter was a step closer and closer to what he had been dreading. but when he felt the way you held his arm in such a comforting way, he knew what was for the best.
he watched how roy take in every second of beauty and grace. jason stood behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder whispering something to him, probably "not to fuck this up." or whatever else he'd say to his best friend.
as you reached the altar, bruce felt your touch loosen before you let go of his arm. then you gave him one last smile before you gently kissed the side of his cheek, "i love you dad... " you whispered before you carefully took your place infront of roy.
bruce looked towards roy, something that he would hate to admit was scared to do, but here he was.
"... keep her safe."
roy's response was a courteous, solem nod, which was all bruce need. which was what gave him that final peace.
as he walked to his seat in the front row and sat down, he watched you interlock a hand with roy.
it was then that bruce finally realized that he would never come home to see you at the top of the stair case excited to see him again.
he'd never get to see you extatic on christmas morning after opening your gifts and immediately jumping on him to hug him again.
he'd never see you peep into the batcave because you had a nightmare and wanted to fall asleep next to him again.
you had simply grown up.
slipped through his fingers in the blink of an eye.
he drowned out the music, the excessive sobs from dick and damien telling him to shut up. he was just focused on how happy you looked up there.
he had to face that struggle of seeing you as a child.
he wished that you could stay the same forever.
but that's not how time is, isn't it? you were a woman now, and he would not hold you back.
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Steph and Duke being acknowledged as Robins in one of the highest selling comics on the market I’ve prayed for times like these
full name-- bruce wayne x reader (drabble!)
mentions: idk what this is and yes the full name, not specified why reader is mad so use ur imagination lol
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it was quiet in the batcave, besides the occasional hum from the monitors that surrounded the place. and tonight? it was a full house
by full house, i mean the cave is packed with every bat family member. from dick to duke, everyone was present and accounted for. and the reason for their presence? all of them were originally working on different cases before realizing they were all linked in one and that the fate of gotham was at risk— once again
everyone was silent, all of them were razored focus on their tasks— some intensely thinking, others typing in their wrist monitors or focused on the case file in their hands— its as if a pin dropped, it would have been heard and echoed but instead of a pin dropping, there were footsteps heard from the stairs of the batcave. and anyone could tell that whoever was walking down the stairs was someone who was angry. but the group of vigilantes were so focused on their work, they didn’t turn to pay attention as to who the footsteps belonged to and angry you were, indeed. “bruce-“ you spoke low from the stairs as you took one step. “—thomas—“ and another. “—wayne” and the last step of the staircase before crossing your arms and glaring at your husband at the computer
the sudden summon of bruce with his full name and your tone needed no explanation. without a second thought, everyone took their weapons and evidence from their cases and started to walk back up the manor. some gave bruce a ‘good-luck’ look, others gave him a confused ‘what-did-you-do-now?’ look, and damian just clicked his tongue with a shake of disappointment from his head, just knowing how fucked his father really was
the moment he heard his full name being called out from your voice, bruce’s 4-hour concentration snapped, his eyes slightly widened at the computer and thoughts immediately circling around as to what the hell did he do to cause you to sound like that, let alone call out his full name? bruce just cleared his throat and turned to look at you with a calm look that hid the small surge of nervousness he had in his body. villains were one thing, you were another. “yes, sweetheart?”
you just grumble and narrow your eyes at him even more, almost making him flinch. yeah, this man was cooked
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