I have a fic idea that Martha and Thomas come back to life (sort of its magic but they’re here)
And they terrorise Bruce.
Like Bruce really loves them but does not want them there.
Well Bruce hasn’t had an authority figure since he was eight. Him and Alfred were more like bros tbh. He was his parents inappropriately younger third who was originally hired as a bodyguard under the guise of butler.
Ergo Bruce did not grow up the way they wanted, and he knows.
His father and mother are painfully traditional, in the worst way to Bruce.
They cannot find out he’s had sex, his father will kill them, all. Thomas Wayne is a painfully protective man, especially when it comes to his princess Bruce, never mind Bruce is a 38 year old man and Batman.
Oh lord Batman. And Martha is just an enabler and arguably worst.
“Bruce you could hurt yourself”
“You should take care of yourself”
“Put that down you could hurt yourself, it’s dangerous”
And Bruce was always strange, his parents worked a lot as a child. It’s why they hired Alfred. He learnt his paranoia from somewhere, but Alfred wasn’t exactly parent material and well there was a lot Bruce did that they didn’t know about before they died.
Like learning how to sword fight, sneaking out at night to explore, science experiments in the forest, finding all the hidden passageways in the manor (that one they knew about and Thomas almost had a seizure because “Martha he’s so small he could trip”) and Bruce was so endlessly curious and smart and kept wandering but Thomas and Martha loved they’re little baby boy and NO ONE could convince them they’re little angel stabbed the greasy man at the gala who kept grabbing at Ms Darcy’s rear. Not their little angel, sweet, innocent, angel.
And worse “Bruce if anyone and I mean anyone comes up to you, you tell me alright” “no dating till your at least 25” “marriage first Bruce” his father was a proud Italian man and his mother was raised in Russia.
And he his beautiful children found them wandering around Gotham and thought Bruce would love to see them, why wouldn’t Bruce, brooding Bruce love to see his loving amazing perfect parents, the ones he’s been giving them small heavily edited stories about. Bruce may be floored but he’ll love it, what fun bonding.
His children were wonderful, caring, idiots.
Oh god the children. How is he going to explain all the children.
