Okay I just thought this’d be funny fic idea, but what if all the batfamily member gave themself fake daddy issues for the lore and dramaticness behind it (obv regarding Bruce). Like say Bruce is the best father and then they will randomly tell Bruce about a moment(during an argument) calling Bruce a bad father because of that. However, Bruce just looks confused because that’s not what happened and then the actual story was Bruce actually being a really good parent causing the batkids to spiral becuase they’ve been really rude kids to Bruce because of this . #sweetBruce! #yanderebatkids (obviously there’s no reader but id still thought I should ask! If you plan to jot do it you could just reply and say that you don’t want to! No pressure)
Of course, I'll do it!!!!! Thank you for summoning my batfam spirit. It's been dead under the rocks 👉👈 .But yeah, I'm kinda not sure if it's according to what you wanted but I tried my best! Hope you like it! )
Holy Daddy Issues, Batman!
( Art is from Wayne family adventures comic, writing is mine)
Bruce Wayne & yandere! Batfamily
Synopsis : What happens when a bunch of misunderstandings all happen together leading to the world's greatest detective to doubt his abilities as a parent. Chaos begins!
Bruce aka Batman had a long legacy of being excellent at whatever he did. He was human yet he'd never taken too long at learning things.
But everyone had a moment of failure.
And in Bruce's ever successful designation, hard working wins. Parenting turned out to be the most humbling.
Because why else was he being accused of something he didn't do.
“ And B screamed at me saying that I, Me, the coolest acrobat to ever live, was in his way! All because he wanted to flirt more with that clown!” Nightwing said in the Cave, wiping a tear from his eye. He looked at all of Bruce's adopted, currently on the way to adoption , unadopted, biological and escaped-signing-adoption-paper-too-many-times kids and to Bruce's Uncharted surprise they raised their heads nodding.
Yes his children were having a dissing session about him. Well it didn't start out like this, it was supposed to be them taking over Bruce's shift after he'd pushed his torso over just the wrong angle and Alfred had strictly put him to bed rest for two weeks.
And for something I didn't do.
Because he strictly remembers Dick very a angry, easily jumpy teenager that loved laughing and scaring the goons out of their minds.
And about what Dick just said, he remembers it going like something along with the lines of Dick almost getting shot in the stomach. He of course had panicked and told him to get out of his way ( Joker was planning to kill a building of civilians and Dick needed help as he was bleeding more than Bruce could help with ) and get treated by Alfred.
Did Dick forget about that???
Red hood crossed his arms, the gun that Bruce still had a hard time looking at since they shot his parents to heaven, dangled on his fingers as he spun it around. “ Sounds like the old man-” he said, beginning his own twisted take of what Bruce had done to him.
All of them followed one by one about how Bruce had done something wrong and screwed them over or scolded them.
“ And then I got put down for tracking Bruce and stalking him. He even got angry that I requested him for my Robin's position- like Bruce needed it!”
Holy energy drink, Tim!
You DID threaten me, and I wasn't in the right place at that time. Jason was dead. Dick, Jason, Barbara say something. He said looking helplessly at the screen.
They of course couldn't hear the inner turmoil that was rising in his mind and continued.
Alfred watched sitting on the sofa as Bruce's face changed several times and took a sip of tea. His mind recalled that day very well.
“ I wasn't even in his way. [Sobs] I'm never in his way!” Dick cried, smashing his whole front body on the sofa and face on the cushion.
Alfred stood on the side, in his polished shoes and straightened suit, just barely standing outside the door where Dick couldn't see him. His hand held a cup of chocolate milk on the tray that Bruce had clumsily prepared.
“-He just doesn't like me anymore!” Dick added, kicking his legs. He screamed in the cushion dramatically, wetting the cushion with his salty tears.
“....”
Alfred’s eyes wandered from the chocolate cup on the tray to the wall behind his teenager. It had a giant picture of Bruce and the said teenager hugging affectionately. In Frame. That too On full display, in the living room, where EVERY single guest that this manor might have unfortunately had, would somehow find themselves looking at.
“ Stupid Dumb joker. He's the reason everything is wrong- ‘ Bats this, Bats that' Frick him—”
Alfred hummed, and closed the door. What a good day to clean the Mansion's never ending rooms.
From the corner of his eye, he saw his grandchildren telling their version of the dramatic tales compared to what actually happened at different points in their lives.
He also just so happened to be there as a witness for every single point of ‘abuse and angry scolding’ Bruce had given them. They just didn't notice.
“ Such tasteful tea.” He said, taking another sip.
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“ Mother, I wish to ask for help for something.” Damian said on call with his mother. She sat in her room, one hand over the scroll containing an assassination mission. The corner of her lips shot upwards, eyes narrowing.
“ What is it, Habibi? Is there something that beloved can't help you with? I'm sure he has more than enough resources.”
Damian shook his head, watching Batcow and Ace the Bat-hound play with each other. He bit his lips, “...It is regarding Father.” , furrowing eyebrows, “I feel he wishes to have me abandon my animals, especially my Batcow.”
Talia blinked, and did a double take. “...You think your father wishes to remove your animals?”
Damian nodded, “ It's not what I think mother. I AM certain. Father said so this morning while he thought I wasn't listening.” he scoffed.
Talia hummed, her hand pressed over the pendant she always wore, her green eyes stared Prefusely at the photograph of the younger version of Bruce and her grinning while holding a small black Panther that her father had gifted her.
“ Father hates animals. He's never liked them being near him!” he continued and Talia's shoulder shook with each minute her son spoke.
The call ended with her not quite agreeing but saying she'd think about it after having a talk with his grandfather. For Damian, that was more than enough. He ended the call wishing his mother a blissful day.
Talia looked at the mirror, a big un-trodden smile was wide over her features. She laughed while dialing Bruce. Her beloved just had to hear what his son had to say.
.
.
.
“ What do you mean I'm planning to make Damian abandon his animals?!” Okay, Bruce's voice might have risen to a higher volume. Alfred really didn't need to give him a disappointed stare.
Fine Alfred, I'm sorry.
He heard Talia give at the other end, she was enjoying this too much. “ It's exactly as I said beloved. Habibi believes you dislike his animals and want to get rid of them. He even asked for my help so I can have them in my care, as you dislike them so much.”
Bruce touched the bridge of his nose, looking at every life choice that got him here. When did he ever say that? When.
“ He said he heard you say it this morning. Saying you especially hate that Batcow.”
Oh
Bruce squeezed his eyes.
Now he remembers
“ Are Batcows that scary?” Talia said amused.
Yes, they are.
And of course he was annoyed at the Batcow their morning.
He'd finally gotten a break to sleep after four days of all-nighters. He'd bathed and was ready to snuggle with his soft blanket sheets that he'd just bought but hadn't used yet. His room was dark and Bruce was in no mood to brighten it, so he hopped on his bed only to get squished by that cow.
The way he screamed, that dishonour would haunt him to his last days.
Damian and Alfred had come rushing in. To feast on his already half-scared-to-death and embarrassed self. Damian just happened to enter his room when Bruce had half-jokingly said glaring at the Batcow, he'll throw him out.
In his defense, he was exhausted and the stress of almost getting murdered by a literal cow had made him jumpy with his words.
He had meant his room.
Damian had heard house.
And this was why his old ex-lover was laughing her way to the dead. Ra’s Al Ghul where were you when you were needed. Bruce was hating that old man even more now, his son didn't know the meaning of literal and jokingly situational words.
“ I'll call you back.” He signed, ending the call. Her laugher echoed till he cut the call shut. He pushed back in the sofa and grunted.
Getting up he made way to Damian to clear the misunderstanding, only to get told Damian had left for an outer space mission with the Titans.
Why wasn't he informed?
He'd always been told.
What Bruce didn't realize is that Alfred had to deal with the pettist, most angsty teen this universe had to offer who also dealt with daddy issues. Too many daddy issues. Obviously the universe had to bestow the karma in the form of his bloodline.
And as it turned out, his bloodline had a thing for being remarkably petty. Even his dad was super petty in his school days according to his mom and Alfred on several occasions.
So his son had to take the cake.
He was petty.
So petty.
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The cup Bruce was holding almost fell from his hand. He'd barely caught it, probably the reflex the monks beat into him. Anyways, that was not the point.
“ Yeah, and that was one time I tried to hug the old man back because he looked like a living mess.” Jason shuddered as if the thought of that was irritating his existence.
Roy gave him a blank stare, tilting his head and raising a brow. “ And?”
Bruce was not expecting the following words. That's why the one of kind ‘World's Okaiest Dad’ mug he'd gotten as a present five years ago almost crashed.
“ He declined. Said he didn't want it.” Jason finished, stomping his foot like a little kid. Bruce would think it was adorable if he wasn't cursing himself inwards.
His child, little Jay, the Apple of his batsy eyes - tried to hug him and Bruce declined? When did that happen? Why did it happen?
All he remembers of the incident is him being badly injured, with blood dripping down and a terrible expression. He'd failed to save a child, another child from the joker. He was beating himself on it.
Alfred and Barbara noticed and shot Jason a glare.
He'd reluctantly gotten closer to Bruce.
Bruce didn't want to lean too much into the touch because he thought Jason, his Jabin, would dislike. How was he supposed to know Jason wanted it???
What was going on with his children.
He tiptoed back to his room. If Jason caught him eavesdropping, he could just about say hello to his parents right in front of their faces.
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“ Why the hell did you call me here, Barbs–” A slender, toned hand came over his mouth, preventing any words from leaving. His eyes darted up to see Barbara having a hand over his mouth while the second finger of her other hand was over her own lips.
“ Shhh- quiet Jason.” She glared.
Jason gave a wide open confused look, only for him to get a small jab on his abdomen. He looked over to see his annoying slime of a brother. “What's going on, Dickhead?” He asked in sign language.
His brother being the literal metaphor of a Dick doesn't answer, just points at what's behind the wall. Newsflash it Daddy Bats.
He also finds that not only Dickhead and Babs are here but so are the rest of his siblings. He does not bite in a scream when Cass appears out of nowhere.
‘But Jay-'
‘ Shut up Roy. You're a fragment of my imagination. Shu shu.’
Stephanie rests her head over his shoulder, looking at the same scene where the rest of them are. Jason reluctantly ( Read : Curiously) does it too.
They look at their detective high frequency ears and put them to work.
Bruce seems to be having a talk with someone. It's Selina Kyle, the one Jason at one point thought was almost as cool as Wonder Woman. Yes, close not at the same level though.
He sees the way Bruce - Jason would jump in the Lazarus Pit voluntarily if he calls him Dad like he did a week ago after waking from a nightmare, fucking humiliating that it was - is leaning over the chair, with shoulders hunched taking like a man disclosing all his sins in front of a priest that doesn't get payed at all for the bullshit they have to deal with sometimes.
“ I don't know anymore. Selina the kids despise me. They've been misunderstanding every single word or thing I said to them and making up elaborate tales that I despise their guts!” Jason seems to have stopped working.
His eyes flicker to the rest of his siblings.
They don't seem to be faring much better. Bruce doesn't stop, “ Barbara thinks I'm a misogynistic bastard like I didn't think of the girl as my own daughter- No, I'm absolutely proud of the strong woman she's become!— Ugh, don't remind me, it was one time and that was when I was new to the Batman thing! She was a kid— yes I know Dick was too but that kid lost his parents! It was the only thing that let him keep a sane state. Of course I had tried therapy—!”
What.
The golden boy went to therapy?
All of them look at Dick. He raises his shoulder and shrugs. “ I mean, he's not wrong. It was back in the nineties.”
“ So you're an ancient artifact, Grayson?” Damian says and Jason would be kidding himself if he doesn't almost choke on a laugh. Tim and Duke turn their faces away not to be impolite. Stephanie is laughing right at Dick's face when he says it was only a decade or two ago!
Ancient.
Jason hums. Got a nice ring to it.
Damian rolls his eyes at his siblings' shenanigans.
Cassandra taps on Barbara's shoulder, “ Hmm?”
“ Did you really think Dad was a misogynistic bastard?”
Dick halfway stops himself to scream language. He was getting the old man's habits.
Barbara looks down and pats Cassandra’s shoulder. She smiles sheepishly, “ Yeah… I did. Might have confronted him in the start, though he did clear the misunderstanding and his actions proved it. I didn't think-” She looked over at Bruce who was clearly having a headache with laughter dining on the other side of the phone.
“ He still believed that.” Maybe I've never shown him that much love. Have I? Was I such a bad daughter ?
Cassandra stares at Barbara, her body language apparent. Her stares last even when all of them change positions as Bruce's paranoia causes him to think someone is spying on him at his own home.
Well with Tim around, he'd be right to double check. But like come one, this was his home. He could trust them a little.
Even if they were doing the exact thing that made this paranoia right to begin with.
Bruce took a heavy sigh, sitting back at the chair that was for the main bat computer. “ I don't know Selina. I feel like I'm a terrible Father. Maybe it would be better if I… set them all free and cut off our relations.”
Okay the alarm bells were ringing in their heads. All of them got out screaming at the exact same time. Because what was Bruce on about! He was their dad, their B, and he was getting rid of them on their dead body.
“ Bruce!”
“ B!”
“ Dad!”
“Father!”
They got out of their hiding spot looking at him with the most hurt expression they could mutter. Bruce dropped the phone in shock.
“ Did you really want to abandon us B….abandon me?” Dick said, hands clenched. His eyes wavered from the amount of moisture that was forming.
“ Chum…it's not...” Bruce breathed.
Damian interrupted, raising his hand and letting it fall down. “ Father, do you dislike me as your son? Mother said you would love me but now you want to disown me.”
Bruce felt his gut clench.
Not his little child.
“ Habibi-” he couldn't speak more, they all stared like he'd ruined them. Like he'd said something unholy. But Bruce couldn't understand, didn't they hate his guts?
His shoulders fell, “ I… am a bad father. You kids deserve better-” Bruce couldn't look at their eyes, so his gaze fell on the window.
Suffocating silence followed.
No one spoke.
“ Dad.” Bruce looked up, his precious Daughter Cassandra was standing there. Her arms opened and she encapsulated him in a hug. Bruce wondered when his daughter had grown so tall that he felt small.
He closed his eyes, throat dry. “ I've made you all misunderstand my intentions. I'm supposed to be an adult, make you all feel loved yet….. I'm a failure.” There was bark behind those words, like he believed them more than his own surroundings.
Jason met Tim's eyes.
Both of them step forward. Their hugs were even warmer. “ Bruce, Old man.”
Bruce blinked back the tears. “ You're not a failure… we were wrong. We misunderstood.”
Stephanie and Duke nodded. “ B-man, even if you aren't my dad you were always closer to one then that biological bastard ever was! Sure you're not perfect but who in Gotham is!?”
Duke added, “ Bruce, since Joker jokerized my parents I admit I had harbored a little hate for you for not being there on time. But– now you realize you can't always be there. But you try, and we're here for you-!” They both followed in the hug. Jason and Tim felt squeezed tight by the added weight.
Barbara, Dick followed next.
It ended with Damian who reassured Bruce.
They all were a crying mess.
Alfred sat in the living room, drinking tea, holding a book in another hand. “ All well that ends well.”
The End.
( yes, I did have to include this panel. I need people to know how much this means to me. He's such a dramatic queen 😆)
A/n : P. S : I got tired at the end. So ending is indeed a little rushed. Also this fic is kind of yandere not completely but it is a bit. So I included it in the tags .Thanks for reading! Comments and kudos are welcome!
