~ Evangeline 🎀

In this alternate universe, Dick fell with the rest of the Flying Graysons. Bruce never had the chance to adopt him, it never even crossed his mind, because it was never even a possibility.

Having a child is something he never knew he was missing. He’s still friendly with Superman and Wonder Woman and he’s in the Justice League, but he’s more closed off. He doesn’t open up as much as he would have if he had a brightly colored little Robin at his side.

So when this terrified and frantic child appears in his cave one night after patrol, he doesn’t really know what to do.

“I have to go back!” Dick shouts at him, and he’s breathing heavily, he’s panicking. “I have to go back, I have to help him!”

“Alright, alright,” Bruce tries to calm him down. “Where did you come from?”

Bruce keeps trying to grab hold of him to keep him still and calm him down, but Dick keeps squirming away.

“I need to go home!” he cries. “Stop! Stop, I need to go home! You’re not my Bruce!”

Bruce freezes, because he’s still in his batsuit. He still has the cowl on. There’s no way this child should know who he is.

It takes a while, but he eventually figures out what’s going on. Once Dick calms down. Once Dick explains that his Bruce sent him away. That his Bruce came back from a mission with the JL, and he was hurt, he was hurt so so badly, and the world around them was crumbling. He wouldn’t let Dick help him. He grabbed a bag and gave it to Dick and sent him away.

This Bruce has no idea what to do. He has a distraught, panicking child in his cave. He can’t send him back to the world he just came from. What is he supposed to do with him?

He brings Dick upstairs to the manor and gives him a room. Well, Dick picks the room. He says it’s his. Bruce doesn’t argue.

Later that night, as he broods in the cave, he receives a transmission from the Bruce who sent Dick here. It’s a video explaining why he picked this universe, why he picked this Bruce. He pleads for him to take care of Dick. To keep him safe. He explains what’s going on in his universe, how it’s not going to survive much longer.

“You’ll love him, I promise you will,” this other Bruce tells him. “He’s the best kid from any universe. He deserves the best. He deserves to live. I know you’ll do right by him.”

And, well, shit. Now he’s gonna have to keep the kid. He just needs to figure out how to go about it from a legal standpoint. He can’t just say the kid appeared in his basement.

Maybe he’ll say Dick is the product of some fling from a decade ago. That’s plausible. That could work.

Detective Gordon, watching as he walks by, being transported to twenty years prior when he was a rookie cop first on the scene for the Wayne murders and finding a shocked eight year old little boy standing in a puddle of his parents’ blood. Remembering how he wrapped his jacket around him and carried him away in a hurry, tucking his face into his shoulder and whispering, “Don’t look. You’re going to be okay, I promise you’re going to be okay, just don’t look.”

Gordon watching as the supposed playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne does everything he can to comfort Dick Grayson, this little boy from the circus he’s never even met before, because he knows exactly the kind of pain he’s going through in this moment.

He drinks the tea that Clark made him hismelf, knowing exactly how he likes it, having made it thousands of times in the past already.

He looks cozy. Relaxed. Happy.

Clark wants to see him like this more often. Everyday. Forever.

He smiles thinking abouty it, and Bruce's catches him looking.

He smiles back.

And then Dick got some guy stuck in a tree and he lived so very long nothing happened to him at all I swear

We all love a man in love 💙💜

I miss Teen Titans (2003), there was so much potential for that show! The drama, the suspense - the romance 💗 (among other things of course, like Red X 👀).

Typing threats on his fatson phone 💅🏻

Ref under the cut

Roy: *in Atlantean* (I don’t know.)

Dick: Why are you speaking Atlantean?

Garth: Why are you speaking English?

Dick: This is ridiculous. Donna, do you remember when we learned Ubbi Dubbi?

Donna: Ubabsubolubutubly ubi duboo.

Dick: Ubexcubellent. Duboes Gubarth knubow ubi’m lubyubing?

Donna: Ubif Ruboy tubold hubim…ubit’s pubossubibuble.

Garth: Oh, wait, stop that!

Dick: You stop that!

Garth: *in Atlantean* (Do you understand them?)

Roy, pausing for a while: *in Atlantean* (No.)