Jason, about Tim, after the TT incident, and he's trying to make Tim less wary of him, and Dick is dropping info like any good brother: This kid is like a traumatized feral cat in a hoodie.
Dick Grayson and Jason Todd are no strangers to traveling through the multiverse — it happens more often than they’d like to admit, usually when Gotham or Blüdhaven demands their combined efforts. It’s an unspoken understanding between them, something the rest of the Batfamily has learned to accept. But ending up in an alternate universe where Bruce Wayne went to therapy and became a doctor? That was something neither of them saw coming. For the first time in a long while, they got to see a version of their father and mentor they had never known.
by: l0singsdogs
Words: 9,200, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 3 of batman alternative universe.
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson
Relationship: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Doctor Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, alternative universe, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, bruce wayne from universe b is a such a good guy
“Damian Al Ghul Wayne, you will go to bed this instant!”
“Tch, Alfred, I will do no such thing.”
Alfred stared up at his young charge, hands on his hips, his face promising a fate worse than death if he were not obeyed. Damian did not fear him.
“You are recovering from pneumonia, young man. Doctor Thompkins has prescribed bed rest for a minimum of three more days.”
Damian continued to scale the cave wall. “My training can no longer be put on hold, Butt-ler. I can feel my muscles atrophying.”
“Oh yes, as if muscles will do you any good dead,” the older man retorted.
“I know my limits, old man.”
“Your father says the same thing and I have to scrape him off the floor in the morning. Now come to bed before I employ Master Grayson to peel you off the wall.”
“Over my dead body,” Damian spat.
“That can be arranged,” Jason said as he strolled over with his hands in his pockets. He stopped beside Alfred and said, “Alf, is Demon Brat giving you trouble?”
“Master Damian is refusing to return to his bed,” Alfred explained. “And endangering his health.”
Jason shrugged. “What’s new?” He sighed, “Well, Alf, if it’s really bothering you that much, I suppose I can drag Devil Child to bed. I’ll even be gentle. This time.”
“I would appreciate it,” Alfred said with a smile.
“Come here, little birdie. Here, chicky, chicky.” Jason called as he began to scale the wall.
Damian pulled a knife out of heavens knew where. “I would not say such things if I were you.”
Jason grinned viciously. “Aw, is the little bird angry?”
“Jason, that’s enough. Let me handle it.”
They both looked down to see Bruce gazing up at them tiredly. “Damian, please come down here.”
“I am perfectly fine, Father.”
Bruce gave him a knowing smile. “I understand. Just humor me. Lay down for twenty minutes and if you haven’t fallen asleep, I won’t bother you for the rest of the day. Deal?”
Damian smirked internally. He saw what his father was attempting. But he underestimated Damian’s willpower. He had trained to resist the call of sleep in all situations.
“Deal.”
Damian scampered down, only a tad bit less graceful than normal. He gave an indignant squawk as Bruce picked him up and carried.
“This wasn’t part of the deal!”
“I am altering the deal. Pray I don’t alter it any further.”
“Oooh!” Jason said.
“Jason,” Bruce said in his Dad Voice. Then to Damian, “Just humor me, okay? I won’t sedate you, I promise. If you’re feeling better, you’ll have no problem staying awake through whatever I do. I’ll even get Dr. Thompkins off your back.”
That woman was persistent. Damian supposed it was worth the temporary...inconvenience.
His father laid him down in his bed and pulled the covers up to his chin, tucking the sides underneath him. The lights went off and Bruce sat down in the chair next to Damian’s bed.
A rich voice filled the room and Damian realized it was coming from Father.
“Am I blue, am I blue?
Ain't these tears in my eyes telling you?
Am I blue, you'd be too
If each plan that you had done fell through.”
Father’s voice was very nice, many might even find it soothing. And the bed was very warm and soft. But Damian was an Al Ghul. No attempt to use his pride and body against him would prevail. But his eyeballs were getting dry, so he better blink. Just keep his eyes closed until they stopped feeling so dry.
Bruce smiled as he watched the gentle rise and fall of his son’s chest. The boy had made it an admiral fifteen minutes. He knew if the boy wasn’t feeling so poorly his plan would have never worked. Bruce leaned over and pressed a kiss to Damian’s forehead.
“Sleep tight, Damian. You’ll be feeling better soon, I promise. I love you."
