There is something about a car crash that involves the bat Brothers that does something to my soul.
Or a motorcycle accident.
Something about especially Tim and Jason, who are kind of known for their bikes or their cars making the decision that they could give less of a fuck about that vehicle the moment their brothers are involved.
Especially from Damian or Dick's perspective because they are really familiar with how much love their brothers have for these vehicles, 80mph or fixing a part is the happiest they ever see them.
Damian who took Tim's practically million dollar bike, crashed it and Tim, who showed up like a bat out of hell to drag that bike off of Damian without any hesitation.
Jason who has done the same to Tim swearing begging a god he stopped believing in when the timer went off. That his unconscious brother is gonna wake up and is gonna go back to being a little shit.
Tim who has gone out of his way to make any of his vehicles nuke proof so that he will never get that phone call. Not just for Damian either Dick who took one and crashed without even a helmet but was perfecting fine because Big Bird protocol activated.
Tim who through so many years of rich kid motorsports then his training with Bruce is an extremely good driver to the point one of the few times he ever crashed with Dick in the car he swerved to guarantee the driverside, took the most damage throwing an arm to take the blunt of the airbag.
Dick who walked away again with no injury watching as the paramedics try to get Tim back, later spending every moment begging Tim to never do that again. His little brother refuses to make that promise.
Tim, after so many years, has had his left arm broken over a dozen times Bruce watching as each of his children sign the cast living proof that their brother instinctually will do anything he can to protect them. 
Bruce who has never been so terrified as the day he got the phone call that the Rolls-Royce wrapped around a tree after a drunk driver hat almost 80 miles per hour hit it. Looking at his room of boys and seeing only his third is missing.
The one car that never saw the touch of his detective the one that was firmly his.
Almost completely crushed other than the passenger side his baby sitting on a curb unharmed wrapped in the arms of a boy wearing leather and mental who cradled his dragon in a power not from this world to make sure he lived.
The day Bruce Wayne completely threw out his no meta in Gotham rule. For a boy who looked at his sunlight as if the world only matter if he was in it.
The day Bruce Wayne found a being worthy to carry his sons heart, who better than the one who knows every beat.
