"You're right... I am afraid, afraid of what could happen if I loosen my grip on my family, afraid of losing my grip on my morals, afraid that one day I'll kill someone... The world is shades of grey, yes... But your reality is just as flawed as mine." Bruce retorted.
His hands shook with each admittance, he was losing control of himself and for what.. Understanding of the man who drives him batshit crazy?
"You want to bash my skull in and fill it with your gospel, then take a GODDAMN SLEDGEHAMMER AND SHOVE THOUSANDS OF IDEALS IN!!! I just want to understand why..."
Bruce pleaded, his gaze not firm but looking to understand the clown in front of him.
The Joker's grin stretched wide as he drank in the sight of the Caped Crusader pleading before him.
"You're pathetic."
He said it right to his face. No venom — just fact.
"Not worried someone might see us? Might hear us?" He let the words hang, savoring them. "Hear you? You're practically on your knees, Batsy. ha ha."
One gloved hand reached out and cupped Batman's cheek. The armored cowl was hard and cold against his fingers — but he didn't pull away.
"This sentimental little orchestra you're conducting..." He sighed, almost dreamily. "...music to my ears."
Silence fell between them. The Joker's face twitched — calculating, churning — and then something snapped behind those green eyes.
"HA!" He reeled back, clapping his hands together. "You want to understand me? Then there's only one way, Bats — you'd have to become me!" He jabbed a finger toward the edge. "Now get your heinie moving and scram!"
It was as though Batman's desperation had been a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart. The Joker spun on his heel, arms wide, laughing — and without a shred of hesitation, danced straight off the building.
"JOKER!!!" Bruce cried out before he immediately lunged after Joker, like hell he'd let this clown get away. Like hell he'd lose the only thing that he couldn't understand, He grabbed the Joker by the arm as they fell. Cape flapping in the wind, Joker wouldn't survive this fall but Bruce could... So he did the only thing he knew how, he used his grapnel gun. He wrapped the cord around Joker and let him get launched through a window, His head spun as he continued falling. He couldn't reach his cape to glide down, so he fell... And kept falling until he felt the impact of the ground against his broken armor...
"We're both crazy.." Bruce wheezed quietly, laying on the ground... Staring up at the night sky, His body ached and hurt with each breath.
Yet he'd keep living, for Gotham... For his family... For Joker... Bruce could feel his blood starting to gush anew, the fall had caused his wounds to open again...
All of the batfam are comfortable and like the cave, except Bruce, who is still terrified of bats and cannot exist in the same room as them
He has not let any of the other know this, he just hopes the bats don’t get too close to him
All of the kids think he loves bats since he named himself and everything else in the cave after them (even though that bit was dick) so they keep trying to get him to pet/play with the bats
Bruce is still not strong enough to tell them he hates them
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Damian(cradling a baby bat): father look
Bruce(sweating): oh wow cool, yep wow
Damian: do you want to hold him?
Bruce(stepping back): no, no thank you, you look so happy with him I wouldn’t want to take him
Damian(Solemnly): thank you for your sacrifice father (cuddles the bat)
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Steph(feeding a bat a banana): oh my god it’s so fucking stupid <3
Bruce(glaring at the bat): yeah…
Steph: she’s adorable isn’t she?
Bruce(scared shitless): yes.
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Duke: B look what we found! (Holding an albino bat)
Tim: we’re gonna name him sausage
Bruce(trying to seem happy): oh wow, that’s so cute, yes.. cute.
Duke(holding a finger up to bat): hes adorable
Tim: we should get him a hat
Duke: bat-hat?
Tim: bat-hat.
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Jason(fast asleep):
Some random bat(asleep on top of Jason):
Bruce(needs to wake Jason up): right what the fuck.
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Babs(holding an injured bat on her lap): oh sweetie
Cass: the vet said they’ll be ok we just need to let them heal
Babs: but look at them :(
Bruce(accidentally slapped a bat that flew too close to him, now feels kinda bad):
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Dick(got a bat in his hair): B!
Bruce(hasn’t seen it yet): yeah?
Dick: can you get this out my hair?
Bruce: of course chum I-
Bruce(sees bat): -are you not sure your siblings can do it though?
Dick: I guess you’re right
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Damian(info dumping about bats): and they have a really high tolerance to alcohol which is cool, so unlike birds they don’t fly into windows when they eat fermented fruit
Bruce(pretending he’s not slightly disturbed): that’s very cool son
Steph, randomly: *leans over the couch where Jason is reading* hey, Jason?
Jason: what?
Steph: did you ever like . . . Actually get a driver’s permit?
Jason: uhh . . . now that I think about it, no
dick and Bruce: *stop what theyre doing in the background*
Steph: did you . . . Get a learner’s permit?
Jason: nope
Steph: did you . . . Learn how to fucking drive????
Jason: uhhhhhhhh
dick: *whips around to Bruce* I thought you were teaching him with the Batmobile!!
Bruce: *crossing his arms* I thought YOU were teaching him!
Jason: nah it’s fine guys Ra’s taught me
everyone in the room: *having a stroke* RA’S AL GHUL TAUGHT YOU HOW TO DRI—
bruce: *louder than anyone else* THAT MAN CANNOT DRIVE FOR SHIT
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