SillyCat

Now I’m an adult and people my age have their lives in order and I’m stuck here, confused, because I never planned to be alive and I’m so far behind.

I want to make an addition to this. I made this post a long time ago.

I’m currently back in university, and I’ve made so much progress with my trauma. I’m in a loving relationship.

Things can and will get better. It’s not too late.

I’m getting married. I’m still in that loving relationship.

I’ve been married a little over two years. I just got home from friendships that feel like home and family. My husband and I have our own place. I have a full ass book ready to be published.

this one is for Juniper Blessing.

When Thomas and Martha began their lives as a married couple they found their ways to make their own presence solid. To make things more real. Martha always wore shoes that clicked nicely. Thomas always had a vinyl playing. Over time they got used to great aunt Lucy’s playing cards that were always in the midst of the game. Great grandpa Wilfred’s tools that constantly were in a new place in the shed or garden.

When Bruce got older he became a master of sitting so very still in the middle of rooms waiting for the noise of other people to permeate. They were more shadow than anything but he loved it all the same. He could hear his grandma’s old piano playing beautifully, smell great uncle Christopher’s cigars.

Sometimes. Just when he needed it. There was the click of heels and the crackle of Vinyls.

Later on he began to hear laughter he could recognize. Not until he brought home a circus boy who eventually found his joy again.

His kids are older now but there’s still children’s laughter in the halls. He can hear pages flipping in the library. Tim clattering in the hallway. Cass’ pointe shoes hitting the floor while she’s in Hong Kong.

Duke one day asks him about the perfume he keeps smelling in the hallways and Alfred gently replies that it is likely Miss Martha’s perfume. A vanilla and petrichor scent that paired well with cigarettes. The dig out an old bottle and Bruce sees Duke smile as he smells it.

Batman starts getting very bad rep literally everywhere that isn't Gotham, with people trashing him online, on the news, in the newspapers.. Calling him a monster that harms people (even though he only harms criminals in order to protect their victims from them).

So, when Clark gets sent to Gotham for work (reporting on a Wayne Gala) he decides to investigate Batman or even try talk to him as Superman.

Unfortunately, before he gets the chance to, he gets into a predicament in which he's getting attacked but is surrounded by citizens which means he can't really use his powers. And that's when Batman comes in and saves his ass, comforts him and makes sure he's okay (even though he's practically indestructible, but Bruce doesn't know that.. Yet), and sends his attackers off to the police.

After that, Clark becomes an intense somewhat of a Batman fanboy and starts writing even more articles about him than Superman as to try to convince the public that he's not the monster people make him out to be.

au where Jason was supposed to make sure Damian gets to Bruce safely but gets sidetracked by his crime lord/Joker revenge arc, and so on the night he was supposed to take Damian over to the manor he gets called away and tells Damian to just go over there alone, except Damian happens to spot Batman and Robin on patrol anyway and figures he just go and meet them there instead. which he does, and he goes home with them, and he settles in as a Wayne boy, eventually inheriting the Robin mantle from Tim, and it’s all normal and fine except for one thing.

Bruce has no idea Damian is his biological son.

Like, from Bruce’s perspective he just happened upon a small child with dark hair and an odd desensitisation to crime/violence with no other place to go and an interest in becoming Robin. that is literally how he acquired every other child he has adopted, this was Not unordinary behaviour from him. on Damian’s part, he had presumed that Talia would have alerted Bruce that he existed before sending him to Gotham, so he was under the impression that Bruce already knew Damian was his kid and this didn’t feel the need to overtly mention it. he just kinda showed up in the middle of Batman fighting a group of muggers, helped take them down, said he no longer had another home (he forgot the code to Jason’s apartment building and is too stubborn to ask for it again), and followed when Bruce told him to get in the batmobile.

i think Tim, Dick and Bruce would just assume that Damian is the product of some kind of trafficking ring/other horrible background that led to him being homeless on the streets with a decent hand to hand skillset, so they probably just. assume that Damian doesn’t want to talk about it. thinking that Damian will come to them when he’s ready to talk about where he came from, they just ask that he’s safe and nobody from his past is going to come for him. but the thing is, Damian knows from Jason that Batman and the League of Assassins don’t see eye to eye, so he presumes these questions are just about the probability of Damian meaning more league members are going to pop up in the Batman’s territory. so Damian, being honest, just goes ‘no- well unless you count Red Hood, but he defected so i’m not sure that counts’

so now Bruce not only has no idea he’s accidentally adopted his own fucking son, but he is under the impression that Damian is on the run from the Red Hood. and Damian is just increasingly confused by his family’s reactions to -in his mind- normal scenarios.

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Bruce: and do you have a surname that you can remember?

Damian:

Damian, squinting: isn’t it… Wayne?

Bruce:

Bruce, tearing up as he prepares to contact his lawyers about adopting a child with no legal identity: i’m so glad you feel the same way.

Damian: ?

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Bruce, the night they met Damian: and here is a guest room you can stay in for now,

Damian: thank you, Father.

Bruce:

Tim: that was quick. not even Dick’s at that stage yet.

Bruce: i know.

Tim: don’t expect that from me, buddy. i’m still kinda mad the fake uncle trick didn’t work.

Bruce: i know.

Tim: and i mean Dick left for Bludhaven, Jason ran for Ethiopia, i didn’t originally want to be adopted; it’s about time you found a kid who actually likes you-

Bruce: Tim shut up and go to bed.

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Jason, interrupting them all on patrol: oh hey, you let the kid be Robin, cool.

Tim and Dick: *instantly jumping in front of Damian to shield him*

Dick: you aren’t taking him, Hood!

Tim: he’s free from you now and we won’t let him go, understand?

Jason:

Damian:

Jason:

Jason, side-eyeing them suspiciously: …aight. anyway, kid, you left your hoodie at my place. here.

Damian, catching the hoodie and sending Tim and Dick weird looks: thanks…?

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i want this to go on for so long. like, i want Jason to be back in the family and him and Damian still not realising none of the bats know Damian is Bruce’s actual kid. i want there to be a really bad incident involving the JLA where Bruce gets poisoned/magicked in some way where the only cure that will save his life is blood/DNA from a blood-related donor, and everybody is freaking the fuck out because Bruce has no siblings and his parents are dead, so they have no options.