#adopt him

sleepily, the boy rubbed at his eyes, pulling on the edges of his sweatshirt as he quietly pulled the fridge open, looking for SOMETHING to soothe the craving for ECTOPLASM that had been gnawing at him for weeks at this point. the portable ghost portal was NEARLY finished, and he knew that once it was, his craving COULD be satisfied, but until then...something had to suffice. pulling out the leftovers from that night, which had his name written on it in a sticky note, the teenager quietly tiptoes to the microwave, stilling as he hears footsteps. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you.” he says quietly, glancing towards the hallway. his eyes shine PERHAPS a bit too bright, but that can easily be dismissed. but how he was operating in pitch blackness with no light? little less explainable perhaps. 

“I got hungry.” ...it was two AM and he had just gotten in from patrol, a fresh bruise on his face. 

eventually, Bruce returns to his time, but Danny’s still with him. the bat kids accuse him, half jokingly and half angrily, of adopting another kid when Danny reveals himself, only for Danny to defend Bruce because the only thought in Bruce’s mind during the entire incident was that he needs to get back to his family.

before Danny found him, Bruce’s mind was being held together by that singular goal, the only thing that was driving him forward.

I just imagine a scene where Bruce is having a panic attack and Danny is trying to calm him down.

“Come on, Bruce. Breathe with me. You’ll make it through this, I know you will. Your son? Damian? He’s waiting for you. You didn’t get to spend much time with him, get to know him. But you can. Fight this. Keep going. Make it back to him. To all of them.”