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[flyingdgrayson-blog-blog]

Ceremony

The air was crisp and the leaves around the back yard of the manor were colored in oranges, reds and yellows... a perfect fall day. The yard was filled with chairs, decorated with light blue ribbon and a white carpet leading to the rose decorated arch serving as their alter. Guests were filing in and seating themselves to witness the day, a day that few thought would come.

Dick stood at the alter, looking over the friends that had gathered to witness this. Wally, Donna, his brothers... all at his side. And Bruce, the right Bruce, sitting in the front row. He knew it would be a little while yet before the ceremony began, so he moved over to sit beside his father.

"You're not going to like, stand up and object or anything right?" He grinned, shoving himself a little playfully into Bruce. "I'm glad you're here. Really. To see this. This is the one that's important. The celebration."

He looked up at Bruce with a soft smile, his eyes sparkling with anticipation and emotion. This was a big day. He'd said it wasn't a big deal, since they'd taken the legal part out already. This was just for show, for the people they loved, but... somehow he still had the feeling of nerves. His heart was racing in the excitement of seeing Barbara come down the aisle with her dad.

"Colin looks adorable in that little tux. Almost as cute as I did at his age."

[flyingdgrayson-blog-blog]

Bachelor Party

Well, I know I'm already legally married to Babs, but that was quick and I didn't have time for any kind of bachelor party thing.

Tonight I was taken out for grilled cheese by Bruce and Jim. For a bachelor party. And you know, I don't think I could imagine a better time.

So thanks... dads.

[gothamcreation-blog]

Hotel Bella Monico

Batman knew where she was. The information Barbara had given him he could not even consider a tip or a rumor. He took it as fact. Fact that Talia had rented out the entire top floor of Hotel Belle Monico and that she was, currently, living here- with this baby. His chest was tight but not as tight as his jaw, back teeth grinding together, back-and-forth, back-and-forth. He was listening with a sensitive ear-piece, waiting for when she passed by the window below his dark form. His thoughts were conflicted, anger, but he could only be so angry with her. His anger came to a point and fizzled through his muscle, becoming the dark glow that forever surrounded him.

He listened for the sounds of an infant inside. A little cry, a little giggle, anything familiar- he wouldn’t crash through windows if the infant was close. He drifted, slowly, to the window and positioned himself there, knelt with his cowl bowed and the angular shadow of his ears stretched out through the window, over the floor, and up the ceiling elongated and stretched like a monster. “Talia.”

[gothamcreation-blog]

Fall

Bruce exhaled and he sat down by his first Robin out in the yard of the manor. He leaned back against an oak and took a sip of the tea that Alfred had brewed, which he had brought out in a large thermos with two cups. He’d wanted to be alone. Try this again, so-to-say. After the initial, almost traumatic, outpour of abandonment and stress had passed through his Robin. He handed Dick a cup, “You always liked every season, do you remember? When you first came to live with me, you made sure that I was very aware how much you liked the spring but, in fall, you absolutely loved the colors and the leaves and, pumpkins, of course. In the winter, you liked icicles and Christmas, It’s a Wonderful Life, you started that tradition,” He remembered. “Movie night,” He smirked. “And then spring, your birthday, the time of year you clung to loving more than any other but spring always made you sad. You never had the energy of the other seasons. I would catch you at the windows, lost in thought, with heavy eyes.” He observed everything to a detail he could not shut out. Images came to him in snaps of this child who now sat by him as a man, yet the memories were as vivid as if he stood watching his skinny undeveloped form hunkered there by the window with glassy, sad eyes, looking out at the spring he defended with every ounce of his brilliant soul. “And summer, when you were let out of school for break, you clung to me, every moment, you wouldn’t waste one second.” Bruce took a drink of the tea, it was oddly colorless, a sort of gray had come through the color of the mugs and drowned out whatever light green had been there. He knew it was green tea, he could taste it. It was too hot. He swallowed quickly and set it aside, in the browning fallen leaves. “Fall is the season that makes me think of all the other seasons.” Now that Dick was getting older, Bruce felt like he could have these talks with him. Show something more, not be as severe. Dick was a grown man, he could hold his own, he would continue his training. He didn’t need a nanny. He didn’t need constant lessons. Bruce knew, things changed, and would continue to change, and what Dick now required was his friendship and his fatherly advice, when it was asked of him. “Do you remember any of that, the seasons and how they affected you? The first spring you spent with me? The first Christmas?”

[gothamcreation-blog]

shut up dick

10: If you could star in a biopic about any famous person ever, who would it be?

Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Bruce Wayne. Why do you think we’re all tiny clones of him?

Do something productive.

Get off the internet.

And shut up Dick.

[felinesiren-blog]

Time, Space and Everything in Between

It wasn't easy to make anything out of Bruce had told her before this meeting of theirs. It had been through Time and Space? She thought he was just being horribly vague, but as it would turn out, he was dead serious. Which was to be expected of Bruce. Deadpan, serious nonsense that could drive Selina up a wall at times.

Bruce wanted to talk about what had happened in person; the location was Cape Carmine and the time for their...'date' was 12:40pm. Pretty darn specific, thought Selina as she made her way to Cape Carmine. Bruce must have a hundred things on his plate, though. Probably fixing anything Hush had managed to mess up. Idiot probably created a truck full of issues for Bruce. Who knew what he had done to the Bat Family, besides emotionally traumatize them anyway. He probably had screwed up business that Mr. Wayne had, messed with Batman Inc. and messed with Hell when he had free time.

Even though these little meetings between the cat and the bat in either persona usually ended up with flirting, Selina wasn't planning on trying to seduce Bruce at all. This was far to serious and messing around with Bruce would be inappropriate. That wasn't to say that maybe something wouldn't slip, but Selina wanted to focus on what had happened and what she could do to Hush as payback. Then again, knowing Batman, Hush was probably behind bars by now.

She still wanted to tango with Elliot either way.

[gothamcreation-blog]

You were different, never allowing even a simple embrace. I respected you, resilient child, and I was hard on you because you would have resented anything less. It was about the cause for you, in the purest form. The symbol. Even if that separated you from everyone, even if it secluded you- it wasn't loyalty to the head which the crown sat upon but the crown itself. You've always understood this but not so blindly that you weren't able to reforge it to fit you, and that is where you make me proud. You should have been the one I worried over the most yet you are the one I worry over the very least, Cassandra. You understand the true meaning of legacy.

[gothamcreation-blog]

I saw something different

gothamcreation:

Do you remember when you were inspired by Mrs Loudon's British Wild Flowers and took to watercolors, Alfred?

gothamsfinestbutler:

Yes, I do recall that time! It was really quite inspiring. Calming too, as well as enjoyable. One really doesn’t need much talent in the art - it’s simple enough, just going with wherever your mind may take you. You should try it, Master Bruce. It may relieve stress. You may accidentally have some fun while you’re at it.

Only someone talented is able to make a statement like that, Alfred. At least, the way I remember it your paintings were the same as Mrs Loudon's but I was a child at the time...