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Its Omega care day.
Can you just imagine all the scenarios where Hunter goes into full "dad mode" on a daily basis? :) Hunter walks up to Tech as he dismisses Omega from her day's training. She moves from the pilot's seat and goes to join Wrecker outside. Hunter: How's her training going? Tech: Her comprehension is above average. She's already memorized all the plans. Hunter: (his eyes get big) ALL of them??? Tech: (confused) Yes? One through ninety-eight. Hunter sighs with relief and sits down roughly in the pilot's chair. Hunter: Kriff Tech! You had me going. Tech: Relax Hunter. I am of sound mind. I'm not teaching a child Plan 99. They look outside at Omega and Wrecker. Tech: Now let's just hope he's not training her with LIVE explosives. Hunter's eyes widen again..
Dad Mode was fully active at Houston Comicpalooza
when he automatically started bouncing the baby!😩
Title: Dad Mode Activated
It was an unusually quiet day at the Justice League Watchtower. The usual buzz of superhero discussions was muted—mainly because everyone was currently trying to hold back their laughter, which was proving difficult.
In the center of the room stood Bruce Wayne, his usual stoic expression in place. Next to him, with a big, toothy grin and an enthusiastic thumbs-up, was none other than Dick Grayson, the newest (and most unexpected) addition to Bruce’s family.
“Okay, let’s get this straight,” Green Lantern (John Stewart) said, arms crossed, trying to maintain his composure. “You—Bruce Wayne—the guy who can’t stand people touching his stuff, who’s basically married to his Batmobile… you adopted a kid?”
Bruce’s expression didn’t falter. “Yes, I adopted Dick. He needed a home, and I am perfectly capable of providing that.”
“By adopting him?” Wonder Woman asked, looking mildly incredulous as she hovered nearby, adjusting her bracelets. “You, a man of few words, adopting someone who practically never stops talking?”
Dick, standing next to Bruce, winked and immediately launched into a dramatic monologue. “Oh, Diana, you have no idea. This guy has to have a talk with me every single day about something, and I’m pretty sure I’ve heard the Bat-speech at least a thousand times about how ‘no one can know who I am, or how to make my own lunch.’” He turned to Bruce with a smirk. “I mean, really, Dad. You could at least let me pick out my own cereal. How many different types of granola do we really need?”
Bruce didn’t even blink. “Granola is a healthy choice. You’ll thank me later.”
“Sure, but can’t we vary the grains a little bit? I’m not saying I’m trying to get all wild—but maybe some chocolate chips once in a while?”
John was rubbing his temples, his voice rising in frustration. “Wait. Chocolate chips in the cereal? What is happening? Bruce, you’re a billionaire! You can buy an entire bakery, and you’re limiting him to granola? You don’t even buy the kid Lucky Charms once in a while?”
Bruce shot him a pointed look. “It’s not about the cereal, John. It’s about responsibility.”
“Dad, can I at least have the funny shaped cereal?” Dick chimed in again, looking at Bruce with big puppy eyes. “You know, the ones with the dinosaurs?”
The entire League collectively groaned, and even Superman, who usually kept his cool, was looking more and more like he needed to step out for some fresh air.
“Bruce, come on,” Flash said, wiping a tear from his eye as he tried to suppress a grin. “You’ve got a kid now. You’re… actually a parent. You’re not just the brooding, mysterious, ‘don’t touch my Batcave’ guy anymore. You’re—well, you’re Dad.” He did air quotes with his fingers. “I mean, look at you. You’re practically the ‘cool dad’ in a sitcom.”
Dick, always one for dramatic flair, threw his arm around Bruce’s shoulders and leaned in close. “That’s right. Dad’s basically Superdad. He does my homework for me. He even fixed my bike—while giving me a lecture on the importance of safety precautions when riding it. I think I might be learning something from him.”
Bruce barely reacted, but there was a subtle twinkle of pride in his eyes.
Green Lantern was not having it. “So, we’ve gone from Bruce Wayne, Bat of Gotham, to Dad of Gotham. This is officially happening. This is real. He actually adopted someone who—oh my gods—doesn’t even know how to do laundry?”
“Oh, I know how to do laundry!” Dick cut in, looking horrified at the idea of his inadequacies being aired out. “I just don’t always follow the rules, okay?”
“And that, my dear Dick,” Batman said with the faintest smirk, “is why I’m going to make you fold your own laundry from now on.”
The room fell silent. Everyone stared at Bruce.
“I have to do what?” Dick asked in disbelief, looking up at his new dad with wide, innocent eyes.
“Folding laundry is part of responsibility, Dick. If you want to be in this family, you’re going to need to learn how to do things like a proper member of society. Start with sorting colors.”
“Ughhh, fine,” Dick grumbled, but there was something endearing about the way he was trying to resist, as though he wanted to be a little more rebellious, but couldn’t help but melt under Bruce’s dad-voice.
“You’re going to love it,” Bruce continued, ever so patiently, as if lecturing on laundry was the most important thing in the world. “It’s simple. It’s organized. It makes sense.”
John Stewart, who had been quietly watching this dynamic, sighed. “This is not what I signed up for. A kid actually listening to Batman? Can we just talk about how you’re training him like a tiny soldier?”
“Well, Dick is very trainable,” Bruce said, the faintest grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “I am the best at teaching responsibility.”
Dick threw his hands up in the air. “Yes, yes, we get it! I’m learning, okay? Can we please just have lunch now? I’m starving. I swear, the only thing you’ve taught me so far is how to eat kale and granola.”
“Granola’s healthy,” Bruce repeated, his voice firm.
“That’s it. I’m going out for pizza. I can’t be part of this,” Flash said, turning on his heel, but there was still a smile tugging at his lips. “Just don’t burn the house down while you’re being ‘Dad,’ Bruce.”
“I won’t burn the house down, Barry. You’ve been watching too many movies,” Bruce replied with an eye roll, but then added, "And Dick, we’re having kale for dinner. Please don’t argue."
Dick groaned dramatically, flopping onto the couch. “You’re the worst parent ever,” he muttered.
“Eat your kale, Dick.”
“Ughhhh!” Dick wailed, burying his face in the cushions.
idk how to write a time travel fic help. I should just force Hughie to take custody of kid!butcher and kid!homelander. Sorry Hughie
What happens when you hold C00lkidd and Eunoia hostage:
Dad mode
The Monkees in their TV special Hey Hey Its the Monkees, 1997
That you are, Ellie. That you are.
