#brucewayne

[calladraws101]

I finally got caught up with the new nightwing

[zyephen]

Drawing some more Superbat tonight. <3

[prettiest-thing-in-the-morgue]

PULL ME IN

summary: due to Bruce distancing himself from reading and seeing other women - batfam has to watch their mom willow away.

pt 2

For the twenty-five years, Bruce and Name have been married together - Alfred has never seen Name so withdrawn - so detached . He watches every morning how Name's frail body maneuvers around the kitchen making her own breakfast -

God knows how many times he's asked that stubborn woman to allow him to cook for him but she has always refused him with a quiet smile and a wave of hand. He watches her glide around the kitchen- a woman of once poise and grace reduced to her fumbling with simply holding a cereal box.

Alfred could never pin point where it had all went wrong in their marriage - they were both high-school sweethearts- their marriage was beautiful- he'd know because he had honored it himself. To see them so distant aches his heart.

Alfred knows Bruce has a mission - to save Gotham- a mission that seems ever lasting - a mission that had consumed him entirely to the point it took him over . It took away his relationship with his kids and his own wife .

Alfred would always shoot him disapproving looks when he sees Bruce being too flirty with Talia and Selina - he blesses Name's heart for loving Damian all the same like she has with all her other kids but Alfred notices since then she is virtual never in the same place with Bruce.

She no longer goes to galas anymore , no longer makes public appearances - maybe its because Bruce always had a different arm candy every other night. It's gotten so bad that even the kids started realizing this - Damian , upon realizing his birth had broken down in Name's arms one night - pleading with her to love him - that he's sorry for being born.

Alfred remembers Name cradling the young boy in her arms all night and assuring him he's the best thing Bruce ever made and that she would never blame him for Bruce's actions. Since then - the young boy has always stuck to Name - every morning, he'd affectionately hand her daily medicine and would always help her wrap a shawl over her shoulders.

Tim and Bruce began arguing - particularly because Bruce starting leaving the massive work of W.E for Tim to handle- it came to a head one night when Name and Bruce argued for two hours straight. He remembered how raw her voice was when she yelled at Bruce for overworked her poor son - that he's young and deserves to live and experience his teenage years.

Bruce had argued that Tim had wanted this - that this was what being Robin was about. Jason- god knows Jason and Bruce doesn't get along - ever since what happened to Joker but they argue even worse when it boils down to Name .

Jason was a child primarily raised by Name - she taught him to trust and showed him everything he knew - down to ironing his shirt to tying his shoelace - Name was the mother Jason never had and God could damn for all he cares but couldn't stand to watch Bruce treat her like she was an option because she wasn't - not to him or his brothers.

Jason always made it a point to call Bruce out for his own hypocrisy, himself and Damian always teamed up against him, especially when he was being too flirty with Selina or some random eye candy.

" I suggest you back off harlot , my mother might not kill you, but I will " - Damian when Bruce and Selina were flirting together on patrol.

" I don't give a fuck if ma begs me not to put a bullet in your head , the next damn time I see you talking about her like that I won't hesitate to skin you alive " - Jason when he caught some arm candy bragging to her friends how the 'Bruce Wayne' took her out on a date in front of Name.

God if anyone argues more with Bruce in this household was Dick - Dick was their first child and a child whom lost everything and yes Bruce may of made him robin but name made him dick grayson - bless that woman's heart for having to deal with his tantrums and outbursts when he was younger -

But that woman despite not birthing him was his mother - the woman who literally hugged him everynight to go to bed , the same woman who made his suit for prom by hand and also the same woman he goes to for advice and comfort - safe to say when he heard what Bruce was doing - they argued non stop-

" For god sake, Bruce, you're destroying us - you're destroying our family, and you don't even care." - Dick when Bruce had called you useless because you couldn't walk up a stairs anymore.

Someone from the outside might think they're dramatic, but ever since Bruce started distancing himself from Name and going out with God knows who , Name has fallen into a deep depression - a type of depression that ensnared them in their deep claws and deprive them of what little happiness and energy they have left.

Most days , Name sits on a swing outside and just exists- barely eats , barely talks anymore - how can they ? How can one fathom to be happy when their own spouse is out cheating on you with different people and to make matter worse the public condones it - even more so enables him.

Always publishing some new article of which new model or actress can become worthy of being Bruce's wife as if she doesn't exist. Alfred swallows as he watches her tonight - they're sat stiffly in a velvet love seat , a faint smile on her face, Damian is resting his head on their shoulder, showing them his latest art piece while quietly talking about his day.

Behind her, jason embraces her in a backhug , head resting on her head - his hands sometimes play with the loose strands. Tim quietly sits beside her , his hand holding her free hand - now and again he'd squeeze it . Dick is sat next to Damian on the love seats' arm rest as he prepares her nightly medicine.

Even if the public and her own husband loathes her, name still has the love of her kids and Alfred as always. Suddenly, the large oak doors of the living room are pushed open - the vibrant warmth interrupted as Bruce steps inside .

Damian quiets - everyone looking at Bruce except for Name - she has taken it to state at her hands. " It's time for patrol" Bruce says grufly . No one responds but reluctantly leaves Name side , Jason side hugs her one last time before leaving .

" Yeah, whatever you say, geaser," He says as he shoves Bruce out of his way to go to the cave . Damian glares at his father , " Hopefully, things are taken seriously on this patrol " he insinuated- knowing eyes glaring right at his father disapproving.

Bruce ignores them and stares at name, " Make dinner before we leave " he orders before promptly walking away. Name says nothing - too numbed out a long while to even react. Dick and Alfred himself curses him while Tim is glaring at the closing door harshly .

" Ma I'll order us something don't stress yourself " Tim assures her while ordering Uber eats for them on his phone . Name doesn't say anything but sends him a small smile. " I can't believe I raised that boy," Alfred murmurs as he shakes his head in disappointment .

Bruce may not realize it now but it's too late to fix anything - too late to pull his wife back in and live the happy life they once had - its too late to repair their broken family since the glue that's stuck them all together is fading away .

ty for reading, please like + comment + share !!!

pls do not hate a on queens talia & selina they won't do this , theyre too girlboss for bruce anyways

[waynefamcore]

Batman birthed all his Robins

“Batman birthed all his Robins” and Dick is entirely responsible for everyone’s confusion.

•••

Dick, whispering to Jason: Pssst… they think Bruce and Batman are… dating.

Jason: WHAT?

Dick: …well, technically Batman gave birth to us.

Jason: …you’re joking, right?

Dick: …technically not.

Later, Tim finds out his adoption papers are real: Oh. My. God. Batman gave birth to me.

Dick, smirking: Told you.

Bruce, sipping tea: Can we not do this today?

Dick: Sure. Unless you’re planning on getting pregnant again.

[ghurab-alzilal]

Batman, deeply sighing : Last night I realised I'm old...

Superman: What happened?

Batman: I fell in the alley and, instead of laughing, Damian came quickly to see if I was okay...

Superman, covering his mouth with the hand : Oh no...

[fludderpy]

Superbat is just amazing and so on but what do you think about Batcat?

Idk I love them

[samuraiicecream]

Chief Executive Officer -Papa- Bruce Wayne

[wholexw]

Survival manual!

Tim drake x reader

Synopsis: When you start dating a coffee-addicted genius detective, you have to learn how to keep him alive...

The apartment was dark and cold, except under the soft blankets where they both warmed themselves with each other's body heat and soft snores.

Your cold feet tangled between the detective's legs, his mouth slightly open, letting out soft snores

Everything was perfect until the alarm went off.

05:00 AM

Tim's blue eyes snapped open, like a soldier accustomed to precise timing, and he began to gently shift from your grasp, silently trying to pull you away from his chest.

"No"

"Huh?" I look at you, confused. "I woke you up. I'm sorry—go back to sleep," I murmur, stroking your hair.

"Don't even think about it, Timothy," you whispered, your eyes still closed.

"I have to go"

"You don't have to go"

"I have work to do," he insisted, trying to push you away.

"What did we say yesterday?"

She rolled her eyes, but the slight curve of her lips betrayed that she was enjoying it.

"I need to sleep at least eight hours, no matter what time I go to bed."

"Exactly," you murmur, forcing one eye open. "And..."

"And..?"

"Last night you went to bed at eleven..." you affectionately scratched her waist, "so you won't get up for another three hours."

"The faster I get up, the faster I'll solve this investigation," he insisted, taking your hand.

"The sooner you go to sleep, the sooner you can resume your research" you corrected him, giving him a few gentle pats on the ribs.

1. Force him to sleep at least 8 hours

Wednesday 9:35 AM

Hurried footsteps echo in the apartment.

You wake up to the sound of a dull thud followed by a groan and a curse.

"Tim- "you complain, brushing your messy hair away from your face to watch him hop around while putting on his pants.

"Ugh, I'm late!"

"Do you want me to make you something?" you murmur, pulling back the soft blankets.

"No, it's not necessary—Honey, have you seen my purple tie?"

"I left her with your other ties"

"No, that one is very clear

You sighed: "You have like a thousand purple ties, wear that one."

“I need dark purple; if I wear light purple, my suit won’t have any contrast,” he argued, pacing the room. “And if there’s no contrast, I’ll look strange, everyone will stare at me, and the meeting will go badly. If it goes badly, I’ll have to come up with a plan B, but if you come up with a plan B, my whole strategy will be ruined…”

"Here it is," you handed it to her. "I'll go prepare something."

He did not respond, focusing all his attention on adjusting his tie.

"I'm leaving," I kiss your forehead.

"Tim"

"See you this afternoon, I promise to be there before 6. I'll go to the mansion with Bruce after the meeting."

"ahm~" you say, bringing the fork closer to his mouth

"Honey, I'm going to be late," I tried to persuade you.

You pretended to be offended. "Are you going to abandon the pancakes I made for you?"

"It smells delicious, but I only have 20 minutes to get there." He grabbed his things, ready to leave.

"Mmm, well, goodbye, I won't force you." You turned your back on him, pressing the button on the coffee machine. "I guess I'll have to drink this myself." You gently swirled the cup to release the aroma.

A smell that chilled his blood as his nostrils reveled in it, and the soft sound of his bowels broke the silence.

"It only takes me 10 minutes to get here by car," he said, sitting down and anxiously moving his leg.

You laughed, kissing her cheek and saying "eat"

2. You must eat properly, no quick protein bars.

+ 3. Keep your negative overthinking under control.

Saturday 08:11 AM

"This crazy woman," I muttered, entering the kitchen.

Dick smiles playfully, "I see you're still in one piece. I thought you'd come out with a black eye. I was already calling Alfred after all that shouting."

Stephenie punched his arm, "I thought you were over your toxic relationship tendencies."

The boy glares at her menacingly, but his tired face and dark circles under his eyes only made the blonde laugh.

"Who died?" Jason asked sarcastically, grabbing the cereal. "You look dead, and that's coming from a dead man."

"You look bad, Drake," Damian grumbled, walking past to take the cereal away. "Todd, I'm going to tell Alfred you're eating my cereal again."

"Wow, thanks family! I also think they look good," he said sharply, clearly irritated.

"He's in a bad mood because he hasn't had a cup of coffee for 3 hours."

"3 hours and 45 minutes," he gasped anxiously, "but not for long." He opened the pantry, rummaging through everything.

"Pennyworth will be angry if you mess up the kitchen," Damian muttered, putting his cereal away again.

Duke entered the kitchen, curious. "He's gone completely mad."

The blonde glanced at him sideways. "I never thought this day would come.

"What's he doing?"Most of them were watching the kitchen intently, as if it were an experiment.

"Dear Damian," Jason smiled, taking the stored cereal box. "If you take drugs away from a junkie, what will he do?" He pointed at Tim as if he were a lab rat. "He'll look for more drugs... Oh!"

"He'll probably hide them around here," Tim muttered, looking sleepy.

Meanwhile, Dick whispered, "When do you think he'll realize?"

"Realize what?" Damian asked, staring at him.

"That his 'girlfriend' took all the coffee from the mansion."

Later, everyone was sitting in the dining room except for Tim, who was leaning his head on the table, much to Alfred's dismay.

"I need to stay awake; herbal tea won't keep me awake," he complained, though the dark circles under his eyes were begging for a break.

"Young Master Drake, please have your tea. It's impolite to refuse what's served. Would you like to return to your classes with good manners?" he asked expectantly.

"Love is hard," Jason muttered, feigning sympathy.

4. Control the amount of coffee you drink.

I don't speak English, literally, so this was translated with Google. Maybe from translating so much I'll learn English little by little.

Esa es la idea.