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existing in this world as a deeply sensitive person geninuely feels like being sanded down into nothing

While the Bruce Wayne persona is the single least responsible adult anyone has ever seen, he is somehow known to the children of Gotham as "The Neighboorhood Dad." If any kid can make their way to Bruce, or hell, if they can mail him a letter with a return address, you bet your ass they'll have their needs met and exceeded by noon. Any sleepy child forced to go to a fundraiser can strut right up to Mr. Wayne and fall asleep on his hip. Any kid lost during the field trip can call Wayne Industries, ask to be put on the phone with the CEO, and listen to him very patiently give them directions to the nearest authorities. Can't reach the top shelf at the public library? Wayne Tech will have child-safe lifts installed by morning. And yes, babies instantly fall asleep in his arms. The tired parents of Gotham also know him as "The Neighboorhood Dad."

Bruce Wayne will always be a bottom for me. Why? You may asked. Because I want him to be pampered, topped and loved. Do I place him on a pedestal? Yes. And he looks pretty there. Doesn't matter if he's shipped with a man, woman or anyone not in the binary. He will be topped. Getting pegged. Getting dicked down. You name it.

Nothing in the world could make me dislike Bruce Wayne. He could set all his sons on fire and put out the flames by spitting on them, throw Alfred in the trash and buy the Daily Planet, demolish it and build a Walmart in its place with the sole purpose of leaving Clark unemployed, and I would still find him iconic and the only dc character who matters and defend that he's actually too nice and should be meaner