27yro Bruce travels to the future, meets Nightwing and immediately goes. Oh no. Dicks dead and this is his father. I can’t believe I could live in a world without Dick Grayson I’m gonna kms
And Dick doesn’t explain it bc he’s experiencing the horrors of realizing HOW much like John Grayson he looks like (he has his mamas eyes tho too bad Bruce can’t see em bc Nightwing mask)
Anyway once other people (Tim, Jason, Damian, Steph, himself, Cass etc) explain that Nightwing is in fact not John Grayson
Bruce goes “okay so where is Dick”
And everyone lowkey expected the worlds greatest detective to clock this
Man who looks like his sons dad is probably his son grown up seeing as we are in the future
And like Someone caves and points at Nightwing and Bruce takes one look and goes
“No”
And Dick is now experiencing the horrors squared and about go to on an absolutely biblical rage rant
“No he’s too big”
“…what”
“My boy is small that man there is too big”
5’11 with insoles Dick Grayson who has never managed to bulk up ever bc he’s a whore for cardio (acrobatics)
“Bruce we are in the future”
“Yes yes I am aware but Dick is small”
Other Bruce (45yro): Dick take off your mask
Anyway
27yo Bruce not like clocking that his son will one day grow older and get bigger and like move out and get a job and married and have a family outside of himself and work outside of the dynamic duo
27yro Bruce who like knows how aging works objectively but went “pshhh yeah but not MY BOY”
You always make sure to leave your door open just a crack and a light on for when Yuuta arrives back home.
₊˚⊹✿ SFW, Comfort and fluff
₊˚⊹✿ Word Count: 616
₊˚⊹✿ Author’s note: Some brief respite and comfort :’) @yutaleks I wrote this thinking of u, my liege in yuuta nation…. I am so sad
The comfort of the covers dulls your senses, the heaviness of sleep drawing you further into the soft mattress. The room is shrouded in darkness, with only a hint of moonlight seeping through the curtains. You drift in and out of slumber until a soft creak from your bedroom door gently tugs you back from the brink of sleep, awakening you in the present moment.
A familiar silhouette stands in the doorway, and even in the dim light, you can recognize Yuuta. Oh, your lovely, darling, Yuuta. His black hair is tousled, and his usually bright blue eyes are shadowed with even somehow heavier eye bags. His usually broad and strong shoulders are slumped, and his stride is hesitant. You can feel his worry before he even speaks. Instinctively, you sit up, your heart aching at the sight of him so troubled.
“Yuuta?” Your voice is soft, a whisper in the silence of the night. He looks up, eyes meeting yours, and the vulnerability in his gaze tugs at every crack and fissure of your heart.
He steps forward, closing the door behind him with a gentle click. You open your arms, an unspoken invitation, and he doesn’t hesitate. Yuuta crosses the room in a few quick strides, and then he’s in your arms, sinking into your embrace like a man starved for solace.
You pull him close, feeling the tension in his body begin to dissolve. Your fingers find their way into the midnight of his hair, brushing through the soft strands in a soothing rhythm. He sighs, a long exhale that seems to release some of the weight he’s been carrying.
“It’s okay,” you murmur, your voice a balm against his worries. “I’m here.”
Yuuta presses closer, burying his tired face in the crook of your neck. His breath is warm against your skin, and you can feel the slight tremble in his frame as he lets go of the last remnants of his unease. Your other hand rubs gentle circles on his back, as if every touch could melt and wash away his grief.
For a long moment, the world outside ceases to exist. It’s just the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of shared warmth and unspoken understanding. The rhythm of your breaths syncs, you heart his heart beat and you are so happy to be his home.
Yuuta finally pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes. His expression is softer now, the lines of worry smoothed away by your touch. His blue eyes are clear, though still shadowed by the telltale signs of exhaustion. He reaches up, tracing a finger along your jawline, a tender gesture that makes your heart swell. You love him so very much.
“Thank you,” he whispers, his voice raw with emotion. “I needed this.”
You lean forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Always,” you reply, your lips brushing against his skin. “I’m always here for you.”
He smiles, a small but genuine curve of his lips, and it feels like the room gets a little brighter. You guide him down beside you, tucking him under the covers and wrapping him in the warmth of your embrace. His head rests on your chest, and you continue to run your fingers through his hair, each stroke a promise of your devotion.
As sleep begins to claim you both once more, you feel Yuuta relax completely, his breathing steady and calm. In the quiet of the night, with your lover held close, you find a sense of peace that makes everything else fade away. The worries of the world can wait until morning; for now, all that matters is this moment.
