Bruce Wayne: Street Kid in Training
okay but imagine young bruce wayne, born with the silver spoon but not born with a filter
he starts sneaking out at like 2AM, because yeah, being a billionaire heir is boring, and the real city doesn’t sparkle in a fancy penthouse view
so he hangs around the docks, the alleys, the old abandoned subway stations. the street kids notice him instantly. they clock the expensive shoes, the slightly too-clean hands, the accent that slips out when he’s nervous. some of them snicker behind his back. some of them try to scam him. some of them… just shrug, because hey, he’s clearly just another kid looking for something real.
and here’s the best part: those same kids, seeing how desperate he is to fit in, decide to teach him. teach him how to walk, talk, and curse like he’s been living in the city all his life. teach him how to hide the polite “sir” and “thank you” that betrays him when he’s panicking. teach him how to make his voice rougher without sounding fake.
and of course, bruce being bruce? he takes notes. he practices. he mimics. he obsesses. in less than a week, he’s one of them. slang rolls off his tongue. grammar bends naturally. the rich-boy veneer? gone. no one would guess he’s the literal bruce wayne unless he wanted them to.
and the street kids? yeah, they know. but they let him stay anyway, because maybe, just maybe, he’s the first person who’s actually trying to be one of them.