#ch; dc

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First Aid

@bruce-wayne-rp (x.)

“Thank you.” Tim sighed, “Your nose is still bleeding, so I'm gonna need you to lean forward a bit until it stops.”

“Your stomach isn't going to feel great if you let it drain down your throat.”

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Word Play

@laughter-in-white

Bruce couldn't talk. Not the way most kids his age could, at least. He could speak, but he could only echo his responses if he didn't want to stutter.

And that fact made communication a more than a little frustrating.

He had said “hello” three times already.

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Nightmares

@jp-todd-rp (x.)

Talia held the boy close to her, gently rocking with him in an attempt to ease his mind and still the panicked drumming of his heart.

“Shh…I've got you, tayiri. It's alright.” She lovingly stroked and kissed his hair before pulling away. Just for a moment. Just long enough to wipe the tears from her son's face.

“It was only a dream. You're safe, little bird.”

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Tim's Bruce muse is actually awake today.

𝖠𝗇𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗌?

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Food

@secondbestdetective (x.)

Oh, FUCK no!

Jason got it. Honestly, everybody in the family got it. Work makes eating an easy thing to forget. You gotta go here. You gotta go there. Life's a mess. We're too tired to cook, and what the fuck do you mean it's 4AM!?

“Jesus Christ...”

This boy needed to get his life together. Not to say Jason didn't too, but he at least made himself stop to eat every time he needed to take his meds.

“You look like you 'bout to pass out, so here's what we gonna do. I'm gonna call Bruce and Damian to take care a' this...”

He paused, put a hand on Tim's shoulder, got uncomfortably close to his face, and finished his sentence in an almost-whisper.

“Then I'm gonna drag you by the ear to my tía's so she can feed you.”

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Scrapes

@maximummuses

Bruce contained a small sigh as he gently coaxed his son to sit down.

He didn’t need to say a word when he turned to retrieve the first-aid kit.

A firm squeeze on Damian’s shoulder before he pulled away was enough to convey his message.

Sit. And STAY.

Once the kit was retrieved and the elder Wayne had washed his hands, he wasted no time at all getting down on one knee and beginning to gingerly clean the blood from his son’s face.

“Hold still, and tell me if I’m hurting you.”

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What would they never do? For Alfred Pennyworth

“Divulge potentially compromising information to a masked stranger.”

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Nocked

@corvidvme

Ollie drew to his chest and stilled his breath. Centered and with target in sight, he looked to the person beside him. "So. You wanted to talk about something, right? I mean, most people don't visit here for fun anymore, and you uh.... Well, I'm just gonna say the spooky stuff is in Gotham, mostly. So why me, friend?"

He released on the last word and watched as his arrow split the grape he was aiming for, perched on top of a swing set that was actively in motion. Why he came up with trick shots like this, he stiill had no idea. But it only happened when his family was gone or he felt like he needed a fix. Of anything, not really drink. But the figure in his yard was probably going to be a much better distraction.