I'm bored with looking good

When Dick has to return to Bludhaven after visiting for a while? Bruce’s usually warm, butterscotch scent becomes stale and heavy, dripping with heartbreak at the mere concept of his oldest pup leaving the nest again.

Jason faces the brunt of this involuntary honesty. Each time their mama turns to gaze upon his resurrected son, his scent erupts in overwhelming waves of love and awe, so potent that it’s nearly suffocating. (Jason was always thankful that his helmet filtered scents, just for this reason.)

Tim takes full advantage of their mama’s weakness by deliberately reporting to him about each successful case he cracks. There’s nothing, after all, that settles him quite like the way his mama’s scent does, when it’s filled with nothing but pride. 

Cass, on the other hand, would never dare to exploit their mama’s vulnerability. Instead, she opts to wrap her arms around him as often as she possibly can, scenting him with pure, unadulterated love. And when he returns the favour by drenching her in love and adoration? She can’t help but devolve into content purrs, and truthfully, neither can he.

Duke tries, so, so very hard to avoid taking advantage of it. He really does. But… when an Omega is as smothering as their mama is, there’s no avoiding the cloud of sticky-sweet affection that wells up around him, growing in intensity and warmth with each passing day, until he’s sure the scent has melded entirely with his own.

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With a large, leatherbound book in one hand, Bruce stretched upwards onto his toes, muscles in his calves straining as he reached to slot it back into place on the highest shelf. Just before he could edge it into place, one warm hand landed on his waist, fingers dancing over the exposed skin where his shirt had ridden up. The other hand gently took the book from his grasp, effortlessly slotting it onto the shelf with a soft thud that echoed in the quiet library.

Bruce let out a soft sigh, body relaxing as he leaned back into the firm chest behind him. At the same time, Clark’s head dipped lower, lips trailing along his jawline to leave a burning trail of kisses, each sending shivers down his spine. The kisses trailed down his throat until Clark’s lips pressed against his pulse point, making his heart race even faster.

“Darling, please,” Bruce breathed, voice barely a whisper as Clark’s other hand landed on his hip as well, sliding up into his shirt too, and tracing patterns across his stomach. “It’s early.”

bruce gets so embarrassed once he’s back in his own body, but what he doesn’t know is that the kids all fight over who gets the comfort of Papa Bat cuddles.

touchstarved bruce with the JL

he's the youngest and they eventually figure it out and theyre all older siblings to him kinda thing

and they notice him being touchstarved and try to help him when they notice how desperate he is for contact

they get v angry from everything they hear about Alfred: the distance from actually naming their relationship to be family, refusing to comfort after nightmares, arkham bc he's 'too much', taking away food, slaps, locking him in the cellar, leaving him to 'sort his own messes' after a particularly bad patrol

not that Bruce can see anything wrong with Alfred's treatment of him

idk he must've eaten v young to train for this to work

no worries if not something ur interested in building on

Bruce gets deaged. They think he might be twelve. But he's small enough to pass for only ten years old. Scowling, Hal asks if they should comm Alfred, and watch Bruce flinch, then quickly pull his shoulders back, sit up straight, and fold his hands in his lap, sat prim and proper with his eyes fixed on the door.

That plan is quickly tossed.

They keep it on an information lockdown instead, keeping him on the Watchtower.

It's several weeks before any of their magic users are available to reverse it, and when Bruce turns back he just sits there, absorbing all of the memories. How he was tucked gently into laps, held kindly, touched like they cared, and how the whole time he was scared that Alfred would come, souring every sweet moment.

He thinks about that fear, and the anxious cramping in his gut at the idea of going back to the manor.

J'onn watches him, a hand held up to keep the others quiet. Bruce knows he knows, and knows he won't do anything until Bruce says it.

"I think I'm ready."

and istg Clark will just show up and in Bruce’s home with ploys and plans and Bruce will just go along with it

Hope y'all like it :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82904481/chapters/218289416

You know how people were saying that Bruce isn’t any of his kid’s’ favorite hero? And then he finds out that Batman is Damian’s favorite but someone says something to Bruce along the lines of ‘you know that he doesn’t mean YOUR Batman right?’ That but make it angsty-er (but in a good way?) 

Were EVERYONE thinks that, that ^ is true, even Dick and Bruce, but it’s not true. Damian eventually finds out that that’s what people think when he says that Batman is his favorite, even bruce himself, and Damian absolutely looses it!

He LOVES his big brother, and is very grateful to Dick for looking out for him for all those months that bruce couldn’t, but he completely idolizes his father!

(I imagine that Talia, Ra’s and the LoA as a whole (at least those that were there when Bruce was) speak pretty positively about him (I also like to imagine that to the LoA that aren’t Al Ghuls speak/think about him as some kind of mythical figure)

And the something something Damian explodes at everyone when he finds out and he yells at the JL, YJ, TT, and Batfam as a whole, there are a lot of tears (from Damian, Dick, and Bruce) and maybe some fluff at the end if you’re feeling merciful lol

-🖤💙

"Who else would pick Batman as their favourite?"

"Ha!"

"Aw, thanks Dami."

"I'm Dick, I'm everyone's favourite, ooo look at me— ow!"

Damian dials his mother's number with trembling fingers. What emotion makes them shake, he can't be sure, there are too many emotions roiling in his chest. Anger, fear, shock, sadness, he could go on for days. Is has gone on for days.

It's been days since they played the game, guessing everyone's favourite heroes, and not one person, in a room of dozens of heroes, could fathom the idea that Damian might love his own father. Might actually admire aman with as many feats as him.

"Habibi?" Mother answers, worry audible. "It is late, for you to call me. What is wrong?"

He tucks his chin onto his knees, staring at his feet. "I need your help."

"Anything, my son. What do you need?"

"Robin," Wonder Woman intones. "I am inclined to believe you have called this meeting for rather frivolous reasons. Would you care to prove me wrong?"

Damian stands proudly at the head of the conference room. "This is not Justice League business, but personal. Nonetheless, I believe it is worth your time, when it regards maltreatment of one of your members. Bullying, one could say."

Richard leans forward, a hand hovering in Damian's direction. "Damian, are you being bullied?"

He stifles the force of it, but does not hide his scowl. "No, Richard. And given you are complicit, all of you are, I suggest you sit back."

Superman tilts his head. "All? Robin—"

"He is correct," Martian Manhunter interrupts. "The most recent event being only a matter of days ago. You will all do well to listen."

The room falls quiet, a tense layer settling over the room, grave faces directed towards him, and Damian nods his thanks to the alien.

He presses a button on the desk, where Diana usually sits, but Damian comandeered for his supplies. The monitor switches on behind him, to his prepared folder.

Batman comes onto the screen, and Damian stiffens at the groans that bounce around the room. "We were just teasing, Dick," Jason groans. "You got the kid to make a powerpoint about you?"

"Enough!" His voice cuts through the teasing before it can properly begin. "This is my issue with you all. You think you know everything, but really you know nothing."

Jason raises his brows, domino shifting to accommodate it, and Damian ensures his glare travels over the entire group.

"Batman is my favourite hero," he admits. "But it is not my brother, like you all asumed."

Several faces from the Justice League (Diana and Clark especially) fall, immediately grasping the situation.

"I am not sure why it is an impossible concept for you all that I might actually find my father worthy of admiration"—more faces dropping, some of disbelief, others incredulity—"but I seek to rectify this mistake of yours."

Richard sinks in his seat, as do some of his other siblings, but heroes across the room simply continue to stare.

"I'm sorry," Booster Gold checks, "did you call a meeting to brag about your dad?"

Damian nods firmly. "Yes."

"Score! I didn't know we were allowed to do that!"

"You're not," Clark hurries out.

"But he—"

"New rule."

"Dammit..."

"Damian."

He turns his back on Richard's call, looking up at the screen. "This is the collection I was shown as a child when I asked who my father was. It fostered a love and admiration for him, something it is clear many of you sorely lack. Thus I will show it to you, so that you may understand why my father is my favourite hero, not my brother."