merry christmas, please don’t call is so batfam coded.
or bleachers [handshake_emoji] depressing batam
“oh golden boy, don’t act like youre kind. you were mine but you were awful every time” and it’s how jason thinks bruce sees him.
“oh golden boy, you shined a light on your home. and at your best, you were magic, i was sold” but it’s how bruce really saw jason.
“you really left me on the line…holding your own baggage” tim and “you know im not your father” bruce
“you know this moment, don’t you? and time is strangely calm now, cause everybody’s gone, it’s just you and your anger” how all his relationships end up jagged and faulty.
“merry christmas, please don’t call. merry christmas, i’m not yours at all” dick and bruce, inevitably.
the mentions of the ‘haunted home’ as wayne manor not only because of the centuries of wayne history and legacy as the bright light of gotham, always giving back, that peer over bruce’s every move—the pressure to live up to even a whisper of what his parents were, what his ancestors were—but jason, dick, tim. how his relationship with his kids crumbles every time. he pushes them away by antagonising them, he fails to protect them, takes his anger out on them and it haunts him. it haunts him how dick used to bound off the railings and furniture and the way jason would run after him. the mantle of robin haunting the home.
or something like that
