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Kon, jon, wally and other titans having a superficial crush on Batman because he's so cool and before long he becomes the cool uncle and a loved mentor figure in their lives and they're all chummy with him and care about him. Many of them have the best Batman collectible shelves and Bruce is always happy to sign the merch for them and he feels so shy and giggle-y because it's so cute to watch and his own kids are burning in jealousy and some guilt because while Batman has always been important to them and loved they never really showed him that, often choosing to ramble about other heroes instead of being in awe of their own parent.

PLEASE I would love anything! I just want Bruce to be loved and admired like hell by kids and adults alike because he deserves that

Who portrays Batman as lame?! He's so cool Superman is his biggest fan!

You're so right tho, we need more young heroes idolizing Batman!

Dick was constantly asked during his Titan era if Batman is going to join them on a mission because "that would be so cool if he did!"

He also faced neverending questions about what Batman is like and if he enjoyed working with him. He must've had! Who wouldn't enjoy working with Batman!

Jason can't have a talk with Roy without the other hero mentioning Batman at least once. And usually it's more than once.

Anytime Batman assists someone, it's like Christmas coming up earlier. No one matters anymore when Batman is around.

Whenever Kara struggles with living on Earth and her grief, she goes to Bruce first.

Kon never fails to tell his boyfriend Batman is his favorite Batfam member. Tim pouts every time.

Clark never stops hearing from Jon about how cool the Batcave, and the Manor, and Batmobile are, and he never stops asking "when are we going to visit Uncle Bruce again, dad?!", even five minutes after they just returned from him.

Every rookie in the League admires Batman and wants to be as skilled and successful as him. Most of them were already admiring Batman when they were little kids and the League just formed, and now they get to work with their childhood hero!

hc ? any thing

My BatLantern Headcanon? Like one that I mentioned specifically or just all and any of them?

Imma give you all and any of them bc I fuckin love these goobers

They are the very definition of 'missionary. so we can keep arguing'

There's two ways I like to play the BatLantern Falling In Love trope- either: A. They are just fuck buddies and then Bruce falls first, Hal falls harder (Bruce is just better at lying to himself and everyone else so no one notices) or B. They are Enemies who slowly start becoming Friends and realize the other person is maybe smarter than they thought and eventually the tension crescendos into a kiss that they either deny deny deny or at last admit their feelings

Hal visits Bruce's office in Gotham for the first time and in every version that is the day that Bruce falls in love with him, because something in their relationship shifts at that point. It's not Green Lantern meeting Batman, it's not Brucie Wayne having a business meeting, its Hal Jordan visiting Bruce Wayne. Just because.

Hal calls Bruce his sugar daddy half jokingly but its also partially true because Bruce buys this man everything

Hal is one of the few people who doesn't mind Bruce spending an exorbitant amount of money on him- he has no insecurities about it, has no issues with Bruce flaunting it because he knows its not like that and knows that it's one of Bruce's ways of saying 'i love you'. Bruce is unsure of it at first, but soon he finds it to be relaxing, buying things for Hal without having to second guess how it would come across

Bruce buys Hal an old flight jacket that his grandfather might have worn

Hal never buys Bruce actual gifts, he either hand makes them or takes Bruce out to Events as his gift, and Bruce treasures the memories and thought much more than he does the Thing

Bruce doesn't know it, but Hal's kryptonite is him saying 'Hal' in his slightly raspy, a little bit pained voice, asking for forgiveness for something

They never stop 'hating' each other, their banter and sharp insults and sometimes aggressive pranks are their form of foreplay

Bruce burns like a furnace and Hal always runs cold, so he snuggles up close to him even before they started dating

Bruce shares old crime movies that he and his father used to watch with Hal, and Hal shares old sitcoms that were his and his grandfathers favorite as a child with Bruce

Bruce originally hated the nickname 'Spooky' because he doesn't like the idea that someone who is supposed to trust him and work with him is afraid of him- only bad guys should fear him- but Hal says 'Spooky' in the same soft tone he says 'Baby' so now it's okay

Bruce calls Hal 'sweetheart' and 'love' and Hal calls him 'baby' and 'sugar'

When they aren't being 'mean' to each other they are the ultimate softies. The kids complain about it, but there's something so pure and precious about seeing their dad smile, about seeing him cup Hal's cheeks and watch Hal sigh without even realizing it, leaning into the touch and the way Bruce's eyes just melt and soften in the sweetest way and genuine adoration pours from him

Bruce is usually better dressed (in general but also referencing the weather) but Hal is always the one to tuck his jacket around his shoulders (even though he's always cold) and Bruce then just hugs him so they're both warm

Hal plants a flower next to Martha and Thomas's graves to remember his grandfather

They have the most serious game of Footsie going on that has ever existed

Clark was jealous of them at first because he thought Hal was stealing his Best Friend and he genuinely shed tears of joy when Bruce looked at him very flatly and went "Clark. We are fucking." He threw a party and everything. Hal went and brought a present and laughed so hard he cried, but he isn't sure if he shouldn't have been more offended too

One of Bruce's first wedding gifts to Hal was a small cabin on a lake and whenever Hal seems particularly stressed they go out and fish and spend a weekend together, just them, and it takes Bruce years to realize that sometimes Hal just pretends to be stressed because he notices that Bruce is and Bruce won't ever take a vacation for himself but he will do it for Hal

Bruce is wider than Hal in terms of like broad shoulders, but Hal is a few inches taller and he uses that advantage to smooch Bruce on the forehead- especially early in the morning when Bruce is half asleep and slurping his coffee and looking adorable

Barry and Oliver took Bruce out the night before his wedding and Selina and Harley took Hal out and that night is the only secret between them that they will take to their graves

Hal has trouble with his memories because of all the space travel he does and the jet lag and Trauma and all that jazz and Bruce is burdened with Perfect memory, so sometimes when they're both being insomniac and can't sleep and nightmares are too bad, Bruce will just start reciting memories for them, of them, good and sometimes bad but mostly good and Hal will curl up in his arms on the couch and they'll just stay like that until they fall asleep. (Like their own version of True or Not True)

The first child to 'like' Hal was Duke and he is BatLantern's child. (A quote I still haven't managed to work into a fic- "You're so in love with him you look ridonkulous." Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, frowning hard. "Babydoll, please never use that word again." ) [I say 'like' because he and Hal have the most aggressive relationship out of any of the Batkids+Hal. They are ruthless to each other and they both love it]

It took Damian the longest to warm up to him- not because of any particular reasons to do with Talia or anything like that, but just because he wants his father to be truly happy and he's seen that fail so much before (very notably with his own mother) so he remains on guard until one day- with nothing in particular- he and Bruce are working on something in the Cave downstairs and Hal just appears, carrying a tray of food, slips a mug of fresh coffee into Bruce's hand, runs a hand over his hair and kisses his forehead before leaving again. And it's that small thing- supporting him while also not infringing on his time and space for too long and letting him live his own life- that sells Damian on the Lantern

Bruce used to play piano and has a very beautiful singing voice, and Hal plays guitar so sometimes they sneak into Martha's parlor (I say sneak because in times like these they feel very much like teenagers, messing around while the parents are just downstairs and they feel In Love and Free) and play songs together

Bruce is more often than not the top but they switch frequently and neither has that much of a preference they just love making the other one feel good. (The need to Provide/getting off on each others pleasure is Strong in BatLantern)

Hal buys Bruce flowers whenever and wherever he can. He just loves to. He was raised to be a gentleman and go to the ladies door with a bouquet of flowers and all that, so even years into their marriage he still sometimes shows up and rings the doorbell with flowers and asks if he can take Bruce out someplace nice

(and Bruce, who was raised feeling that flowers are only something people give to the dead, because that's the only reason he'd ever brought or gotten flowers, loves it.)

Hal is a sucker for pretty jewelry- I have a hc that the way Lantern's can summon their rings they can summon any type of jewelry- so Bruce buys him expensive necklaces and rings and everything and anything he wants

Hal wants to get a dog when they first start living together and creates an entire slideshow the way he did for his parents when he wanted a dog when he was younger and gives the whole presentation while Bruce is nodding seriously and taking notes and then at the end he got up, kissed him and laughed saying 'Love, are you really asking me if we can get another stray? Because I have eight children. Commit is not my problem'

(the dog is named Lilac and she is buried beside Ace and Alfred and Hal sobs for three days but he can't help but feel proud because although by now he's been married to Bruce for a while, his dog was buried alongside Bruce and his children's pets, and it's just another way he belongs)

Hal, who doesn't have roots anywhere and is always moving, always shifting, changing, bouncing not only between apartments but entire planets and galaxies and is never stationary even when he is "home" and is a chaos junkie who flies planes and Bruce, who has only ever really lived in one place all his life and who has eight children and two parents in the earth behind his home, who has plans to be buried beside them and has never once considered anything else to be Home and would never dream of living anywhere else

This is honestly why BatLantern are my favorite ship besides BatCat- because they're believable and can have a stable romantic relationship that includes the whole jazz of living together and etc without needing either or both of them to make a huge sacrifice- like Clark? I get the Superbat stuff, but Clark belongs to Metropolis and Bruce belongs to Gotham and sure they can travel between the two cities and sleep over at each others houses but... its just not the same.

Clark’s not bad at it or anything but he’s a little awkward and flustered in a way kids pick up on. At least happy kids are okay and he handles the ones who love Superman well but when they’re upset he panics a little and it turns stilted quickly.

The League thinks it’s hilarious.

Then Clark starts passing kids over to Bruce and he’s holding them and bouncing them and cooing at them and everyone is shocked. It’s like the bat does have a superpower, hand him a crying baby and two minutes later it’ll be sleeping on his chest, full armour and all.

Hal, sitting on the desk chair for the Batcomputer: Whoa, your chair's duty heavy times a million! This chair can take the impact of crashing against an F-16

Bruce: Made it myself.

Hal, smirking: You wouldn't happen to have brought this out for.... specific purposes, no? 😏

Bruce: My kids.

Hal: ...what?

Bruce: My kids sit on it.

[Bruce rolls a video feed on the Batcomputer of him sitting on the same chair some few hours ago. One by one, the kids file into the Batcave rambling on about something, then ending up draped on Bruce. Damian takes his left lap and Jason on his right. Dick perches on one of the arm rests. Cass balances on the back of the chair. Tim is on Bruce's shoulders. The chair neither creaks nor wobbles, even as Bruce starts spinning around the Batcave to make the kids laugh]

Hal:

Bruce: :))

Hal: Spooky, this chair could theoretically carry 7 Hal Jordans

Bruce: 7 Hal Jordans and 5 Barbara Gordons with the wheelchair, to be precise

(How your character defends their soft core and what could shatter it) Because protection becomes prison real fast.

it's because of him that karasuno managed to regain its wings, and although they lost against kamomedai he left them feeling motivated and inspired all because he saw something that others weren't willing to

and i like to headcanon whenever the ones who went pro gets interviewed they always mention takeda offhandedly like "oh yeah i had a teacher who used up his life savings to fund our club" and whatever else he did good

he's literally the pillar of karasuno man and he's still so underrated

And Jason coming back but not Bruce.

And Jason not knowing this when he becomes Red Hood and him still trying to hunt down Bruce to make him kill the Joker but for very obvious reasons he can’t find his dad- Bruce so instead he goes after Tim.

And Titans Tower happens but after the fact he decides to hold Tim captive to force Batman to show his face but instead Nightwing shows up and long story short finds out that Hood is Jason and he ends up having to explain that Bruce also died that night and so on and so forth-

you can ignore this if you want 😅😅

Jason senses a familiar presence behind him and spins around, levelling his gun the nose of the cowl. Then he pauses. "Why the fuck are you in the cowl?"

Dick takes a step back, staring at Jason. His head turns, looking at the kid bound to the chair, and Timothy Drake shrugs. "Jason?" He asks, and Jason clicks the safety off when he takes a step towards him. "Jason?"

"I want Bruce. Where the hell is he?"

Dick makes a wounded noise, and slowly sinks to his knees. He tears back the cowl, and Jason narrows his eyes. It's been two years, yet Dick looks like he's aged ten. "He's not with you?"

Jason sneers. "Why the hell would Bruce be there when I clawed my way out of my own grave?" He gestures with his pistol towards the kid. "He certainly didn't waste any time replacing me."

Dick makes another guttural noise, and sinks lower, the cape pooling around him. "Did you look at the plots next to you?"

A brick settles in Jason's stomach, and he takes a step back from Dick. "I had a lot of brain damage from the Joker. I only have memories from after I was dunked into a Lazarus Pit."

Dick lifts a gauntleted hand to his mouth, and bows over. "Jay. Little bird, I'm so sorry."

Jason feels his blood run cold at Dick dropping the name Bruce used to use for him. He's only heard Dick use it to comfort kids in dire straits, it's never been said to Jason so that can only mean—

"Dick, no."

"He was trying to get to you."

"No."

"He got to the warehouse before the bomb detonated."

Jason discards his gun, clapping his hands over his ears. "No, Dick!"

"We found him lying on top of you. He tried to shield you from the blast."

Memories Jason's never seen in his nightmares flash across his eyes, and he stumbles watching Bruce's bloody face try for a smile above him, breaths coming in pained, broken gasps. "Someone will find you, Jay. Just hold on."

"Talia said I died from smoke inhalation," Jason reports numbly, but Dick doesn't say anything, crying as he stares at him. The kid is the one to speak, looking like the personification of the word uncomfortable.

"Bru— Batman succeeded in protecting you from the blast, but..." The kid pauses, Dick gags between sobs, and Jason also feels like might throw up. "He was fully bisected during the explosion. Between your injuries, and that, Batman could not extract you, and you slowly suffocated."

"Someone will find you"

"Will find you"

"Find you"

"You"

"Bruce is dead."

Timothy looks away, and Dick crawls across the room to Jason, dragging him into a hug. Jason can't summon the will to fight it, and curls up against him, and abruptly begins to bawl. Dick cries over him, clutching him close, murmuring prayers (even if Jason knows he's agnostic) and praise and thanks into Jason's hair, shaking with his own tears.

"Bruce is dead."

"He— Yeah, little bird. I'm so sorry."

"Bruce is dead."

"I'm sorry."

"Dick." Jason voice is weak, and crackles, but Dick hums and looks at him attentively anyway. "I want my dad."

How To Keep A Promise To Hal Jordan

The Time Damian was Deaged and Decided Hal was the Best

Hal Jordan Gets a Date With Bruce Wayne

S*x Tape

not for the faint of heart

starstruck

Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

In which Hal Jordan is the smart one

Alright for now

Just one hit of you, I knew I'd never be the same

A LITTLE WILLPOWER

That's Their Thing

Aliens Made Us Do It

Hal Jordan is the Second Smartest in The League

Fake News

when my mind is uncertain, my body decides

Something New

On Top

The Space Between

One Love, One House

Wrong Number

Batman's Crotch Gremlin

Batman was once scolding Robin for sneaking out in the middle of winter without proper clothing and Superman stood up to defend Robin.

Batman just fixed him with a look, squared his shoulders and said

“Clark Joseph Kent. Sit down.”

And SUPERMAN was SAT.

They were footnotes, at best, to the legends of the bat that the League still whispered about to this day and the same stories that Talia would tell him with a sweeter tone, about a boy just like him who was loved in all the right ways and it still could not save him from his own fate.

It's why Bruce is a little surprised when Damian came to the manor and first saw their portrait, immediately lighting up.

"I know them."

Bruce stilled immediately, preparing himself for the drop of the hat, that this boy, his son, who was made from a stolen piece of Bruce, also had imitations of his grandparents used in the training that ripped his childhood to pieces.

But Damian's expression goes soft, inexplicably so.

He turned first to Thomas' image, poised and imposing man, even with his tender smile. The boy said:

"When I have dreams, or what I think are dreams, it's in the hospital that Mother says she studied in when she was young, and an older gentleman always holding my hand and listening to me talk about my training and interests in medicine and sweets."

Then Damian turned to the image of Martha, demure and breath-takingly beautiful. His fondness shifts to borderline gratitude.

"When I have nightmares, I often find a woman running up to me and enveloping me in her arms. She does not look like Mother but her touch feels safe and familiar anyways. When that happens, I don't wake up screaming at all."

Bruce later messages Talia to ask about this.

She responds with no words, only sending him one of few preserved childish drawings made by Damian at a littler age.

Damian, Talia, a black shadow figure labelled 'Batman' — all hand-in-hand. Ra's in the corner of the paper on Talia's side.

And above Damian, two figures in the youthful likeness of Thomas and Martha Wayne labelled appropriately:

Thomas Wayne and Martha Kane Wayne were beautiful souls : kind to a fault, selfless, and beautiful inside and outside. They were the treasure of Gotham. Their murder destroyed the best thing coming from Gotham. As their bodies are now resting in their final beds, the city is looking towards Bruce, the last of the Wayne. 

He has the look of a Wayne, but is nothing like a proper Wayne should be : a feral child, too angry, too intense who evolved into a debauched airhead. His only redeeming quality is his bleeding heart, and even that is questioned.

Everybody knows that the true brain of Wayne Enterprises is Lucius Fox, a good man and a good friend of Thomas. So, even his "kindness" may come from Lucius, in order to sell the Wayne "Image".

All Bruce has left of his parents are their fortune (their hard-work), their physical traits (Bruce is always "like Thomas" or "like Martha", he is never him) or their name (simple luck of birth).

Bruce blames himself for their senseless death, why did he ask them to go to the theater, why walking through the street. Why. Why. WHY.

Bruce Wayne is broken, but maybe the Wayne name can live in better people. Bruce knows with all his scared heart that his children are the best things that happened to his life, that despite his mistakes, his children are still good people, still beautiful people Inside and outside. They are truly people worthy of the Wayne name.

Not like him, a faker wearing his Father's skin and Mother's eyes.

However, all good things have an end like Mom -like Dad.

In the beginning, it was Tim that dropped the Wayne name out of his name account.

Then Dick (it hurts but the Graysons were good people, unlike Bruce), Jason (why choose the Al-Ghul, are they a better family than me ?), even his Cassandra (is Cain a better father than him ? Is he so horrible, so disgusting that she prefers to keep the name of the man that made her a living silent weapon ?)

Damian is still keeping the Wayne name, almost as a middle name, but it's only a matter of time before it's dropped.

Bruce is tired.

Tired of disappointing Alfred (his adopted father)

Tired of disappointing his children, adopted or biological.

Tired of disappointing Gotham.

He's just tired.

And Bruce realises that the root of the problem is him. He is the poison that ruined the good name of his ancestors, of his parents.

Maybe Bruce never deserved to be a Wayne.

Maybe if he's gone for good, everyone will be happy. No more Batman, no more Bruce Wayne. No, no more Bruce. 

Like a ghost, he walked to his room.

Like an empty shell, he opened his medicine cabinet.

Like an empty husk, he emptied a whole bottle of drug.

And he went to sleep. Hopefully forever.

But Bruce forgot.

He forgot that his broken heart still beat for someone. 

He forgot that, miles away, Clark Kent is spending time with his parents and family. 

He forgot that his best friend can hear Bruce's heartbreak.

Bruce didn't remember when Superman broke his windows.

He didn't hear the Man of Steel's scream, full of despair.

He didn't feel when Kal forced his body to purge itself of the drug.

He didn't feel when his brother-in-soul took him, far, far away from Gotham.

He didn't feel when Ma Kent kissed his scared and ugly hands, unfit for a Wayne.

He didn't feel when Pa Kent kissed softly his forehead, silently asking him to get better, son.

He didn't feel when Lois ran her hand through Thomas's hair, and talked about the Daily Planet, about her work, about anything but Gotham and the Not-Wayne (they still are his family are they ?)

He didn't feel when Jon hugged him in the waist, gently narrating his adventures with the animals at the farm.

He didn't feel Martha's tears when brokenly, he asked in a feverish outbreak for his mama and his papa.

The Kents saw that poor boy and decided to understand how Bruce did try to kill himself.

Of course, between the investigative talents of Clark and Lois, they discover the truth (between Bruce's feverish talks and the names taken by the Batkids, they were quick to solve this mystery).

Meanwhile, in Gotham, everybody is gossiping about Superman's kidnapping of their local billionaire. Must be PR, must be his latest conquest.

The Batkids failed to contact Superman on his phone. They decided to go to Smallville, to find the root of the problem. 

When they showed up to the porch, they were welcomed by the frostiest look they ever seen on Martha Kent and Jon Kent.

She said, in a slow manner "If you refused to take the Wayne name, maybe his name should disappear for good.". Then Pa Kent added "Or maybe I should adopt your father's name, and we will become Kent-Wayne, so he will have a family that accepts to share his parent's legacy".

For all his mistakes, for all his wrongs, for all his bad traits, Bruce never failed to try. Try to reach them. Try to teach them. Try to love them.

Bruce is a bleeding heart that tries for his city, for his family.

The children were heart-broken ; what began as a joke ended as a quasi-tragedy.

And they hurt him. Badly.

Thomas Wayne, Martha Kane Wayne and Bruce Wayne were beautiful souls : kind to a fault, selfless, and beautiful inside and outside. They were the treasure of Gotham.

And now maybe the Wayne legacy will definitely be gone for good.  -----------------------------------------------

And voilà, hope you enjoyed ! Now I return to crying to Bruce Wayne Angst (and yes, I love Bruce Wayne)

"Mrs Kent, to you. Since you have no respect for names, you get no privileges of them either." Dick closes his mouth, nodding miserably. She's been Ma for him going on twelve years now.

"Mrs Kent," Tim smoothes over. "Why, may I ask, are we being kept from Bruce? I don't see how us using our legal names we have offended him? Certainly not enough for him to need to seclude himself in Kansas."

Jonathan eyes them sternly. "Forgive my mistake, I believed Bruce had adopted you. That must not be the case."

Cass' eyes flash with anger. Tim holds back a hand before she gets too incensed. "Mr Kent. You know very well Bruce adopted us. What are you hinting at?"

"In America, adoption is a complete renouncement of your biological parentage." Damian crosses his arms. "Your birth certificates have been revised to read Wayne. Yet you all use any name but. I'd wager that Father took that to mean exactly as it comes across; you don't want him to be your father."

"You're not innocent either, young man," Jonathan reprimands, and Damian flinches.

"I am a Wayne—"

A thud interrupts his words, and Clark doesn't spare any of them a glance before turning around and going back inside. Damian's protests fall quiet as he looks at the stacks of school assignments with the name Wayne conspiciously absent.

Cass looks at her checks. Tim looks at his various social media and bank accounts. Dick looks at his small mountain of fake documentation. Jason looks at his various sarky letters and emails to Bruce.

"We didn't..." Cass' voice falters.

"But you did." Martha's voice is sharp. Final. "That's all that matters."

"And what do you expect us to do?" Dick snaps. "Using 'Wayne' now will just look trite."

Martha turns away. "That isn't my job to figure out. My job is looking after the man recovering from an overdose in my living room." She slams the door behind her, leaving them alone with her husband on the porch.

"Overdose..." Damian gulps. "He wouldn't." Jonathan raises a brow. "He wouldn't! Not over a name. Al Ghul is my name too, he is the one that encouraged me to continue embracing my mother's side of the family, to not forget it."

"And that is a good reason," Jonathan grouches. His flinty gaze lifts to Jason. "Using names to spite the man who's known weakness is his family is not. Deliberately renouncing him over petty reasons like sourdough is not."

"Let us see him," Cass demands.

He doesn't react to the physical intimidation, and leans against the wall next to his shotgun. "No, Miss Cain. This is the closest you will get to Bruce until he is coherent. Fight that, and I'll have Clark drop you off in Iceland and you can swim back."

He slips inside, not bothering to lock the door as it swings closed. He knows they won't enter.

They watch through the window as he walks to Martha and tucks her under his chin, similar to the scene on the other side of the room, where Clark has Lois wrapped tightly in his arms as they both look down at Bruce where he writhes unconscious, his body still trying to purge the medication.

"Father..."

"Bruce..."

When he moved in with Bruce he was terrified to touch the library books so he keeps the journal. That is until Bruce finds him passed out over Pride and Prejudice with a pen to the notebook. Bruce buys him every single book he can think of and tells him he can do whatever he wants with them. All of them are filled to the brim with all of Jason’s thoughts and he almost treats it like a diary

When Jason dies Bruce leaves the room intact except for all the books, he takes them trying to get every single piece of his Jaylad that he can. He reads through them ritualistically and he treats them so carefully trying to keep them exactly how Jason left them. The only one that changed was Fahrenheit 451, it was Bruce’s favorite and Jason had written what Bruce thought about it as well as his own thoughts and buried in the margins was simply “dad’s favorite” and that book has tear stains that smudged the ink. He refuses to read it now.

So it fell on Jason to clear out his dead fathers room. To box things up and get rid of medicine and snacks that would otherwise expire. To get their adoption and birth (and death) certificates. All the good stuff.

At first it went well. Jason absolutely did‘t cry at the photos Dad Bruce had hanging on the walls. Of every one of them. No he didn’t.

After boxing them up he got to the bookshelf. On top there was a worn out book about parenting traumatized children that Jason should probably give to Dick.

But next to it. Next to it was a book Jason would recognize anywhere.

He looked through the shelf in a hurry. And found what he was looking for.

Every single one of them.

And even though he should further clean up the room he had to read these again.

They were in pristine condition. Well cared for.

Until Jason came to the last of them. The book almost hidden in the lowest compartment of the shelf. Bruce‘s favorite.

And each page was stained with… tears.

They smushed the ink and crumpled the paper. And now it seems as though more and more fresh stains are appearing on the pages. Making the ink even less readable. But Jason doesn’t care. He would always known what was once written there.

Like, this is so powerful that in the kinds of non-ideal scenarios where they hear him give the command, Steph falls sideways out of her chair to land on her knees, hits her face on the desk on the way down and then just stays in position bleeding profusely from her nose. Dick drops his mug so it shatters and lands on his knees in the same moment so his legs are cut and soaked in coffee. Tim, who was in the middle of a full-on sprint, simply face plants from the momentum of hitting his knees at that speed. It works so effectively that Batman usually cannot risk using that one over comms because if one of the Bats is driving or grappling they will simply let go/crash and die. And maybe there’s some version of a RELEASE command too. Though if you’ve got enough willpower - like maybe Dick, or Jason after being away for all those years - you can manage to get up on your own if the RELEASE doesn’t come right away. I’d love if it was a struggle to do it though.