#young!bruce wayne

[somethingletterswords]

Gimme an AU where Bruce gets de-aged and this is after Alfred died so they didn't really know what to do. And teenage/young Bruce was the biggest menace to society ever, like, fucking the killing rule, guns are the way to go.

Bruce: Why don't you guys just kill them, it's faster and easier. Like Jason

Jason: Wha- huh?

All of the batkids are flabbergasted since teen Bruce was for everything adult Bruce was against and they're questioning everything they knew about him.

[frostbittenbucky]

Can we just talk about Bruce Wayne and how he was a terror as a child/teen

He lit a shack on fire

He set his teachers lawn on fire

He was expelled

He pulled up on a kid at his own house and beat his ass with a watch

And probably so much more, because in a lot of headcannons he gets into fights at school, and genuinely being a terror

Then this guy disappears for a few years and come back as a happy bumbling idiot

I feel like when he returned he told everyone he found god or something and spent his time doing volunteer work

[marveldc-imagines-hub]

Shut-In Pt. 1 (Battinson!Bruce Wayne X Reader)

Shut-In Masterlist

Summary: A young Bruce Wayne experiences one of the few interactions he had with [Y/N] before his parents died.

Word Count: 1,517

Warnings: Kids being disruptive in school. The early blossomings of Bruce’s anxiety. I haven’t written fanfiction in a hot second, so sorry if my writing’s a little rusty.

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Bruce’s upbringing had always existed in a blur, especially after his parents’ deaths, but [Y/N] [L/N] was hard to forget.

    Bruce had gone to school with [Y/N]. He never knew them well but he would see them running into class almost every day, excited while other students slumped over tiredly in their chairs, greeting every teacher as they stepped through the classroom threshold. They would sometimes even say hello to Bruce himself, which would always leave the awkward boy a little bewildered as they didn't wait for his response and instead walked right past to collapse into a seat that was often behind his. He had heard once through a conversation between teachers that [Y/N] was a scholarship student and had some of the highest grades in class; Bruce never found this too hard to believe, despite [Y/N]’s generally scatterbrained nature. During class, he would catch them giggling or mumbling to themselves about one thing or another, but instead of being upset, he would find himself worrying about a teacher catching them and ruining whatever made them so happy. One time, he looked over his shoulder to see them several ahead in the reading than the teacher and when [Y/N] caught him looking, their face turned bright pink as they put a finger to their lips in a quiet shushing. Another time, their quiet giggling mixed with an odd beeping pulled Bruce out of an intense case of taking notes.

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The giggling-beeping combo continued and Bruce was fully taken out of his note-taking experience. Normally, it was easy for him to watch the teacher work and write straight lines of notes simultaneously but a quick glance downward showed his neat handwriting straying from across the page in odd angles. He wasn’t too bothered by the disturbance, though, and his curiosity was piqued over the beeping that seemed to elicit new laughter from the classmate sitting behind him. Instead of picking up his notes again, the young boy shifted slightly in his seat to lean backward without looking away from the teacher and mumbled, “You’re going to get caught if you’re not careful.”

There was another series of beeps, another little giggle, and then, “Haven’t gotten caught so far.”

Bruce blinked but refrained from looking back at [Y/N]. “You will if you disturb the class.”

There was some shuffling behind him and when they spoke again, he felt their breath ruffle his hair. “Haven’t yet.”

The corners of the ravenette’s lips quirked into the smallest of smiles. “Well, I’m the class, and you’ve disturbed me.”

A giggle. A beep. Another giggle. Bruce wondered if that first one had been because of him. Then [Y/N] changed the subject altogether. “Do you want to see him?”

“Him?”

“Give me your hand.”

Bruce wasn’t one for passing notes in class but he’d seen other kids do it in the past. He subtly dropped his arm to his side from where it had been sitting on the top of his desk and twisted his hand at the wrist to reach in his classmate’s direction–or so he hoped it had been subtle; his heart began to flutter in his chest and he suddenly felt jittery. While he waited, he tried to remain unsuspicious but couldn’t help glancing around the classroom. Bruce caught the eye of another student a couple of seats away and his breath caught in his throat, only to remember to breathe again when the student glanced at his hand and nodded slightly in solidarity. Kids with strict teachers had to look out for each other, he supposed.

Then another hand brushed his own as a piece of plastic was pressed between his fingers. The hand vanished as quickly as it had appeared and [Y/N] murmured from behind his shoulder, “His name is Ernie.”

Bruce discreetly pulled his hand into his lap and took another look at the teacher before glancing down; what luck it was that her back was still to the class as she recited something from a textbook that had to be decades old. Then Bruce’s eyes fell to Ernie, a blinking, pixelated image of a monochromatic creature surrounded by purple plastic in the shape of an egg.

“Do you love him?” [Y/N] asked, with a new energy in their voice that had Bruce picturing them vibrating in their seat like a cartoon character. “My dad got him for my birthday.”

Bruce twisted the egg around in his hand. It had a small chain attached to the top of it and three buttons to press. When he did, Ernie beeped and reacted on the screen, making the boy crack a smile. However, his attention was quickly pulled back to Ernie’s owner when a question popped into his head. “When was your birthday?”

“Over the weekend,” [Y/N] quietly chirped back, “Yesterday.”

“Oh. Happy birthday yesterday.”

“Bruce!”

The young Wayne was so startled by the teacher’s suddenly booming voice that he almost fell out of his chair. Luckily, he caught himself and quickly shoved Ernie into the blazer pocket of his school uniform. Not so luckily, he was suddenly stuck like a deer facing headlights as the entire class now stared at him.

The teacher in question, an old, spindly woman with white hair, stared down at him from the front of the class, glasses low on her nose and the textbook slammed shut between her hands. She knew she’d caught him in the act–of what she thought that was, Bruce had no idea–and headed down the aisle to inspect the situation further. “Bruce Wayne, what do you think you’re doing? Last class of the day and you think you can act however you like, hm?”

Bruce felt like he was a bird trapped in the claws of a cat. His heart pounded faster than a hummingbird’s wings flapped, making his ribs ache and his insides churn. His outsides were doing something similar, squirming helplessly in his seat as the teacher moved closer. He was sure that she was going to yell at him in front of the entire class and he would be held back at school until Alfred came to pick him up and had to be brought in to be talked to instead. She would send him home with a disciplinary letter for his parents and his mother and father and Alfred would all be so disappointed in him, and stories of him getting in trouble would spread throughout the entire school, and all of the other students would make fun of him for getting caught doing a mundane task that they had all already mastered, all because he had tried to make a friend with the nice classmate that sat behind in the desk behind him, and now his fingers were aching along with his ribs from gripping his desk and his face felt like it was burning–

Then, shockingly, that nice classmate piped up in his defense. [Y/N] leaned out from the open side of their desk and looked at the teacher, now looming over both of them, dead in the eye as they said, “Sorry, Ma’am! I lost my pencil and was asking Bruce for one of his. Right, Bruce?”

Bruce opened his mouth but no words came out. He shrunk further down into his seat, ashamed for both getting into trouble and now dragging [Y/N] into it with him, even though it had technically been their fault in the first place, but he couldn’t bring himself to blame them. He was only drawn out of this fearful haze after [Y/N] poked him a few times in the shoulder, then craned themselves over their desk and into his direct line of view to give him an encouraging look.

“Bruce?” they tried again, “Right?”

[Y/N] glanced down at Bruce’s desk and he followed their gaze to where his pencil bag sat. He found himself numbly nodding along before grabbing the bag and retrieving a random utensil from it. He dropped it into their open palm and they gave him a toothy grin as he mumbled back, “Right. Here.” He turned in his chair as they plopped back into their own and noted the chip in one of their front teeth. He wondered how they had gotten it.

Bruce and [Y/N]'s teacher wasn't buying their story but before she could question them further, the bell indicating the end of classes rang–and [Y/N] was gone in a flash. Bruce glanced at the teacher once before snagging his bag and following suit. However, when he made it out of the classroom, they were lost to the sea of other students that flooded the hallways. His hand dipped into his pocket and retrieved Ernie, who beeped cheerfully when Bruce fiddled with the toy’s buttons. After a last quick scan of the hallway, Bruce clipped Ernie’s chain to the strap of his book bag and made his way to the nearest exit; it looked like he would just have to keep Ernie safe until he and [Y/N] could meet again.

[longlive-electraheart]

Zatanna's father was a friend of Thomas Wayne. Zatara trained Bruce Wayne in the art of escape, and Bruce and Zatanna were childhood friends although Batman believes that he has never met her and her only memory of meeting him is while she was disguised.

Zatanna has once hypnotized Bruce Wayne through eye contact, wiping every memory of their childhood history, though in the future he mad out of the trance and remembered it.

[somethingletterswords]

I hc that Bruce has a very big sweet tooth. He went around the world training and trying out every dessert they have. He has a VERY big sweet tooth and only Khoa knows

Bruce: Anthon, can you buy me some bingsu?

Khoa: Jack, you literally ate over 30 different desserts and some multiple times not even a few hours ago but sure

Bruce: thanks

[frostbittenbucky]

16-year-old Bruce Wayne trying to be sneaky

Alfred: [stops by Bruce’s door because he hears talking] “who are you talking to?

Bruce: “uh, no one!” [shuffling noises]

Alfred: [closes his eyes and counts to 5] “I’m coming in, be decent”

Bruce: [laying in bed partially under the covers, he is shirtless] “hey Alfred”

Alfred: [raises an eyebrow at the obviously large lump under the blanket next to Bruce] “who is that?”

Bruce: “who? There’s no one here, Alfred”

Alfred: “that lump under your blanket, master Bruce. Is this what we’ve come to? Blatant lying and sneaking people in?”

Bruce: “no?”

Lump moves

Bruce: “this bed is very bouncy”

Alfred: [strides over to rip the blanket off]

Bruce: “Alfred wait, please I can explain-“

Alfred: [rips off blanket revealing a black lab who is happy panting. It’s tail immediately starts thumping at the reveal]

Bruce: “he’s my friend! and and I am already planning on rehoming him after I find the right person, and I gave him a bath, he has a name, and uh… look, this collar? I bought for him today. He even has a leash to go with it-oh! Look [gets up and grabs bandanna from nightstand] “he even has an outfit!”

Alfred: [slow blinks] “I was expecting a person, a girl or a lad”

Bruce: [freezes] “nono, no person or uh boys? Definitely no boys- uh um…”

Alfred: [staring at the dog in shock] “master Bruce, I will be completely honest with you I did not expect this”

Bruce: “I feel like your expectations were actually too high”

Alfred: “where did you get this dog, Bruce”

Bruce: [looking down] “I might have stolen him…”

Alfred: “I’m not going to even ask, I sure you had your reasons… please, just don’t do this again”

Bruce: “… if I were you I wouldn’t go in my bathroom then”

Cat suddenly meows loudly behind bathroom door

Alfred: [leaves the room]

[frostbittenbucky]

Imagine this; Batman gets turned into a toddler... because reasons? The League have no idea who he is, so they're looking after him. Cyborg is actively avoiding this small and surprisingly adorable toddler batman, cause he thinks he's gonna scare him cause of his whole half android thing. But baby batman loves his whole half android thing and is like "you must know my daddy, he fixes people and gives them robots so they can walk". Cause he's a doctor and boom! You're welcome a Wholesome moment with the League very slowly learning to batman is. And he also loves Green Lantern (Hal) because he makes dinosaurs with his ring and Bruce loves dinosaurs 😁

How dare you be anonymous for this I am a spineless whore for deaged Bruce Wayne

[frostbittenbucky]

LMAO your teen bruce series thingy has me dying 🤣🤣 could we please see teen Bruce interacting with the League?!

The thought of Teen!Bruce bullying Oliver for some ridiculous reason like he "got old" is super funny to me.

Bruce as robin for plot reasons

Robin!Bruce: [sits on the leagues table and ignores everyone]

Green arrow: “hey! Off the table, don’t you have manners?”

Robin: [looks up] “fuck off”

GA: “is that a different fucking kid?” [looks at Nightwing] “who the fuck is that?”

Nightwing: “B, take your mask off”

Bruce: [takes off mask] “hey Ollie, nice go T. Guess those hair growth tricks worked, eh?”

Oliver: [takes off his mask] “Bruce? What the shit? Oh no…”

Bruce: “Ollie—“

Oliver: “Oliver”

Bruce: “OLLIE! God, you want to have the old persons name? Lame. Always knew you’d grow up to be a dweb”

Oliver: “hey! I am not a dweb you little psychopath”

Bruce: “you shoot arrows?”

Oliver: “what’s that got to do with anything?”

Bruce: “it’s because you’re lame. You get like, 10 shots? Then what, you start slinging rocks or something?”

Oliver: “fuck you! You’re a furry”

Bruce: “what’s a furry? But I do have these” [throws a batarang at Olivers face]

Oliver: [drops to the ground] “that’s it you little cunt!”

Bruce: “I bet I can still kick your ass, old man!”