Hurt Bruce lover :3

Que to them fully accommodate him . Talk slow so he can read lips ( ...no, that for deaf people-) , sign while speaking ( that for deaf people again, you idiot!)

Then, after nearly a year, batman comments about something random ( to add to the silliness of the whole thing) and the jl just stand like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️ " bitch !you speak!? You spoke English the whole time??"

Just Bruce realizing that people actually can accommodate his need without ridiculing him for not being " really mute " . Him realizing that he is so , so loved but most importantly respected and cared for

Well if that isn't just the cutest. Bruce gets all soft and quietly emotional and all mild irritation evaporates seeing that he's genuinely suprised by it.

"You would do that?"

"B...we did do that."

I don’t know why but I’ve been craving like a fic or a oneshot where Batman’s Rouges are protective of him in some way. I read that birthday oneshot of where his rouges throw him a birthday party as Bruce Wayne and they’re upset on his behalf that his children forgot it. I just would be happy with something with his rouges protecting him, especially if it’s the universe where Harvey and Bruce were friends

Welp that sounds like the perfect segue into the sequel I never wrote for this

Bruce stirs to fingers brushing over his cheek, and leans into the familiar touch. "Where'd Harvey go?" He mumbles, and hears a deep chuckle.

"The kid went ahead to check everything was sorted. Sent me out, said you basically fell asleep as soon as he started the engine."

"Yeah, well." Bruce yawns. "Hard to sleep when you're tied to a chair."

That deep chuckle again, and he's lifted out of the passenger seat, tipped to rest against a chest. "Can still carry you," he says triumphantly, and Bruce laughs, leaning into his chest.

They move slowly to the door, and Bruce tries not to let the gentle swaying lull him to sleep. He's sure Harvey's probably rallied everyone, building a guest list as soon as Bruce asked to go home, and he doesn't want it to all be for nothing.

The door creaks open, and there's a booming laugh. "Now, now, the boy can walk on his own, Oz."

"Well who said he had to, Carmine? The kid spent hours tied to a chair, not everyone enjoys that, you kinky fuck."

Laughter bursts out from further inside the house, and even Bruce snorts against Oz's neck. He unfolds himself from his arms anyway and stands, rising to tower over both his uncles.

"Hey, Uncle."

"C'mere, brat." He's dragged into a hug, and breathes in that achingly familiar, eye-stinging cologne. "You've not been home in too long, eh?"

"Sorry," he says, and means it. It's been decades.

"Hn. No matter. Now come on, everyone's waiting to turn the movie on."

"Wait for me," Oz puffs, chasing them.

"Waddle faster, beak-face."

"Oi!"

"Now hold on, that's going too far—"

"You know how they are, doll." Harvey appears next to Bruce, and kisses the corner of his lip again. "Home sweet home, full of bickering, insults, and a few packets of poison."

"If ya don't piss me off I don't use them, simple!"

"Shut the fuck up, Sal!"

Bruce snickers helplessly, tugging Harvey away before his trauma can get the better of him, and they're guided through the sprawling structure of Cobblepot Manor until they come to one of its cosier rooms, and people flood into the room from every adjoined hallway.

"Kiddo!" Bruce lurches into the air, gasping as the air is squeezes out of him, and turns as soon as he's set back on the ground.

"Steve!"

"Kiddo!" He repeats, and the older, grizzled figure pulls Bruce into another hug. "Look at'cha!" Is shouted into his face, clapsed between two weathered palms, and he laughs. "Hey, hey, look." Steve pulls back, and draws his sleeve up. "Look how well it healed!"

Bruce traces the faint scar from his batarang, almost completely blending into the surrounding skin. "I'm glad, I was worried."

"I wasn't." An arm curves around his shoulders, and he has no choice but to follow as he's guided away to the background track of Harvey's laugh. "No, no, I knew my Brucie is too good."

"Did you now?"

"Of course he did," another voice assures, and Bruce glances at another goon approaching from his left. "I'm the one who taught you how to throw knives, why wouldn't he believe in you?"

"John," he breathes.

"Well what happened to 'uncle', huh? Have I been demoted?"

"Sucker."

"Bite me."

Bruce snorts again, utterly undignified, and can't tell if he wants to laugh or cry.

"C'mere, Chick." Oz tugs him away, and Harvey quickly occupies Bruce's other side as they all settle into the scattered furniture around the converted movie room, eyes turned to the big screen. "Comfy?"

"Mhm," he mumbles, as Harvey's hand settles on top of his foot, and his head finds his uncles' shoulder.

A hand swipes his hair back, and Carmine gives him an indulgent smile after kissing his forehead. "Happy birthday, sweetheart," he rumbles, and Bruce musters a smile.

I started drawing Dick with his mom and dad taking care of baby Dick after a nightmare... than it kind of went from there.

I imagined they had this big blanket his Mary treasured, but one day, Dick accidentally ripped it. So she cut off the damaged piece, fixed the edges, embroidered it, and turned it into a mini version just for him.

That got me thinking about how confusing everything must’ve been after his parents died, and how much must’ve been lost. I mean, I’m sure Bruce, Alfred, or even Haly’s Circus tried to return his parents’ belongings to him, but realistically, it’s hard to believe nothing got lost in all that chaos.

me (who doesnt know batshit about the batfam universe) in the batfam universe

LMFAO sure? Is this the same anon over and over? Dude chill, you cutie.

Yes.

You can call me Cote. What does it mean? It's a latin nickname, that's all.

( @nikiexe0 you do know this is on you, right? YOU 🫵 started the chaos)

The hard part is actually convincing your children that said boyfriend is Hal Jordan aka someone who is essentially the co-worker you have been ranting about for the better part of almost, 20 years

The script of telling each child had been as follows: "wait you're dating Hal Jordan" (yes) — "don't you hate him?" (hate is a strong word) — "how long have you been together" (long enough to know we are serious about it)...... and then the rest of the conversation dissolves in various ways

Jason makes a half-joke, saying "Eh, I'd give you both about 5 weeks before you guys go back to hating each other's guts"..... then 5 weeks past and Hal is cooking the family breakfast while Bruce watches him like he molded the moon himself. Jason is conflicted for several reasons, most of it boiling down to: "Ain't no fucking way the old man has stronger game than I do"

Cass laughs and goes "silly dad, you're playing with the green man's feelings for a plan aren't you" and keeps up with that belief... until one day where she saw Hal and Bruce, even in-uniform, cozy'd up to each other, and all she reads from their body language is honest, true love. later she is found cornering Hal Jordan and staring him in the eyes, saying "I can smell fear. Remember that." Hal is terrified. never mind that he's a whole foot taller than the girl.

Dick, daddy's boy, literally says "nu-uh"...... even when Bruce proposes to Hal a few years later, Dick is maintaining plausible deniability that his dad now has someone else to fixate on except his precious children, specifically his eldest child

Tim, daddy's boy #2, goes on a stalking spree on Hal. why? sometimes he says he thinks Bruce is doing it to catch Hal in some act or another. sometimes he insists he wants to make sure Hal's intentions ("You know, normal people do shovel talks" — "Cameras will foresee what a grave can't, my dear Steph"). Barbara has to lock him out of the internet sphere for a week because he went as far as to try and build a satellite to follow Hal to Oa

Damian is surprisingly the tamest, believing his father did a fine job at choosing the Greatest Green Lantern to Ever Live™ to be his partner. Bruce is almost happy. then a few days later, Hal calls him panicking because "your youngest gerbil is here and he's insisting that I help him succeed a lantern ring"

Bruce is at least a little sorry, but Hal? Nah, he sees this as a challenge. He's winning over all of them by Christmas, this he swears.

Illustration of @occasionalauthoring's post about beautiful hanahaki Bruce.

I have to say.... The coloring ran away from me for a bit and I ended up adding some... extra details from my original lineart.

There are several interpretations for the flowers but these are the ones I based the illustration on:

Wisteria because it was recommended but also because it symbolized love and intense devotion.

Daffodils because they represent unrequited love

White camelias (stained red) because they represent purity but also mourning in some cultures

Blue roses because they are connected to the unattainable

Morning-glories because they refer to love that is never returned but also undying love and also because they bloom at night

Spider lilies because they are associated with death and separation

I'm probably focusing on the wrong thing but I love his lil waistcoat.