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Dick's fondest memories of childhood is the hot chocolate he used to drink every winter. He thought Alfred had always made it for him, because Alfred had always been the one to give him a mug of it, but the year after Alfred dies Bruce hands him a mug and Dick bursts into tears right then and there. "You know his recipe?" he sputters, through snot and a lump in his throat. Bruce pauses, considers briefly and dismisses the thought of telling him the truth. "Of course, chum." He lies, because Alfred wouldn't have known where to start in making hot chocolate, that sort of drink was beneath him. "I'll teach it to you."

Jason's favorite feeling in the world is slipping on a freshly ironed shirt. It's fucking fantastic. The greatest thing ever. He loves it so much. He used to watch Alfred do the laundry because he knew ironing was a part of it. Alfred never ironed a thing in his life. Bruce did all the ironing in the house. It soothed his mind to do it, to watch the wrinkles smooth out, to see the mistakes go away with just a little bit of water, heat and pressure. Jason comes to the Manor after a rough patrol and snaps 'where's Bruce?' and Tim points wordlessly to the laundry room. 'doing laundry? yeah right." Jason scoffs, and slams the door open only to find Bruce actually ironing. His shirt. "What are you doing?" He barks, and Bruce looks up, surprised. Like... genuinely surprised that someone is questioning the fact that he's ironing. "I'm... ironing?" He questions, and Jason snorts, snag his shirt and tosses it over his shouldr. "Yeah right. You lose a bet or something, old man?" Bruce debates for a moment, dismisses, and smiles at his son. "It can wait to be fulfilled. Hungry?"

Tim loathes cucumber sandwiches with his whole heart, but his parents staff used to do this thing where they'd put zuccini in the sandwiches in the center just for him. He told the story once to Bruce, and Alfred was in the room with them, and the next time he reached for a cucumber sandwich on the table, it was zuccini. He was elated. Alfred never bought zuccini. Never cooked it. He listed it amongst the top five worst gourds to exist. He never knew there were zuccinis hiding amongst his cucumbers

Steph had this one specific spoon that she loved eating with whenever she was at the Manor, and it was always polished to perfection everytime she needed it. She'd seen Alfred polishing and had been forced to polish utensils as a punishment enough times to assume that he'd just been doing it. When Bruce finally passed, he left the rag he would polish her spoon with and the spoon to her in his will. "I'm sorry I can't do it for you, anymore, but at least I taught you how to do it yourself."

Damian walks into his room to find Bruce bent over his shelf with a feather duster, meticulously cleaning his room for him. "What are you doing?" He barks, sharp and harsh. Bruce straightens, turns to him in surprise. "Damian! You weren't supposed to be home for another few hours!" "Only Pennyworth is allowed in here to clean." Damian says stifly, crossing his arms. Bruce raises an eyebrow. "I thought you said we're only allowed in to clean, unless you give permission otherwise. It's your room, Damian. I will respect your privacy." "Yes but-" Damian begins, and then stops. He'd said they could only go into his room to clean because thats what had happened in the League. Unimportant people, the servants, had cleaned his stuff. It didnt matter to him if they saw it because... they didnt matter. He'd thought... he'd assumed Pennyworth would- not... Bruce smiles.

So, a man among the 1% should be killing whoever he thinks deserve it, abusing his power.

"Wonder Woman and Superman should kill"

So, two beings who are not humans, and way more powerful than humans physically, should be able to kill any human they think deserve it. Wonder how people would feel safe with them.

"Jason should get to shot people in the head"

So, a white man can go shot and kill drug dealers, like the cops aren't enough. Wait, this one is working outside the laws, so he cannot even be punished.

"Heroes that don't kill are pushed unto us to try to manipulate us into not using violence to fight back against oppression and the system."

-🖤💙

I don't even know where to begin cause my brain is kind of sucky right now, but hell yes. Wonderful au. I am extremely on board.

What if Bruce handled his grief "correctly" and was still crucified for it?

What if Jason and Dick start arguing, and Jason throws in his face all the things Dick has been saying to Bruce for years?

What if Dick's need for someone to blame was stronger than his love, and always has been?

What if the others start to see things like Bruce and saw how they aren't good with him?

What if Dick realizes Bruce loved his to the point to accept all the blame for years, but Dick never loved Bruce the same?

What if Dick finally broke? Not because of Joker, Two Face or Hugo Strange, but because Bruce's love was something he himself had been laughing at for years, cursing at it, seeing nothing but what he wanted to see, and realizing that maybe Jason was right, and he didn't deserve that love.

Bruce who is hurt, and angry, and want a moment for himself. A real moment for himself. So he shoutdown every communication, every message, everything, to be alone for a while, because he needs it.

Dick who doesn't understand and still try to talk to him, until he reach Bruce, but instead of talking, Dick yelled at him.

And Bruce "You are making forgiving you really difficult. "

"You make loving you difficult!"

Silence. Then , "Go away, Richard."

"Bruce..."

"Leave me alone. I don't want to see you or your sibilings for...I don't know...but I need to be alone. And you need your time without me."

"You are over reacting now..."

"Me? Dick, you did worse for years, and now I don't want to put up with any of this. I'm tired. Leave, before I make you."

Later , Bruce changes his hideout. Dick tries to think it's just Bruce being himself.

Until Alfred said," The last time I said I hated being stuck with him after his parents' death, he left Gotham for five years. I'm not so sure this time will be just five years."

And now, Dick is afraid they all broke Bruce in ways nobody ever did and that the last thing he said to him was that Bruce was unlovable.

Hi, Myli!

Oh shit. I swear I did not read this one before answering the other one. It's just a very painful - for y'all - coincidence.

So, here :D I don't wanna do a Bruce POV. I want the kids to try and figure out a way to solve the issue. And maybe they actually don't know what happened.

Imagine they just think this was another way out of proportion fight, but maybe Bruce took it too seriously, and now they need to fix this mess.

Menwhile, Bruce is very much no I want you in my life now, unfortunately, Dick cannot understand his dad/father figure/partner/mentor like he belives.