When Bruce was new to the whole having children thing, he was always stepping in and trying to break up fights. His resolve was quickly broken, and he just decided to put rules on fighting out problems. No breaking anything, no weapons, no hitting face, neck, or groin, and no knockouts.
Batman leaned against the wall and casually watched as Robin and Red Robin beat the shit out of each other. The JL glanced at each other.
"You... You gonna do something about that, Bats?" Barry asks cautiously.
"It's been a long time coming." Bruce grunts. "Let them handle it." A hit to the jaw lands on Damian, and he shouts at them: "AY, KEEP IT AWAY FROM THE FACE!"
"FUCK OFF!" Tim screams but he doesn't punch Damian in the face again.
Diana nods. "I approve of this parenting technique. Sometimes problems need to be solved with some bruises and blood." Bruce nods as well.
"I've found breaking up their fights just means they still get bruised but no issue is solved." Batman explains and Diana hums thoughtfully.
"Would it not also be adequate to have them duel?"
"No, they do actual damage if i let them have a weapon.
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Summary - Dick Grayson, who is not your boyfriend doesn't know how to handle his feelings around you and starts giving you out of nowhere kisses. Repeatedly. Casually. In public. For sport.
Youâre talking. Of course you are.
Youâre always talking.
Something about Alfredâs cookies being better than literally any bakery in Gotham and how that should be illegal, actually, because..
Dick is half-listening, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, mouth twitching like heâs fighting a smile he refuses to let win.
âYouâre staring,â you say, grinning up at him. âDo I have something on my face?â
âYeah,â he says easily. âAnnoyance.â
You gasp, dramatic, offended. âRude. I am a delight.â
He exhales a laugh before he can stop himself. You see it, see the exact moment he loses the internal battle.
And then heâs stepping closer.
Too close.
Before your brain can catch up, he presses a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth. Barely there. Soft. Almost casual. Like itâs something heâs done a hundred times before.
Like it means nothing.
You freeze.
He pulls back just as fast, already turning away.
âRelax,â he says over his shoulder. âDonât make it weird.â
You stand there, heart doing parkour in your chest, thinking:
Oh. Itâs weird. Itâs so weird..
The one where he does it in front of people..
Youâre laughing too loud. Again.
Bruce gives you that look. Jason mutters something about earplugs. Dick "traitor" covers his smile with his hand.
âWhat?â you say. âI bring joy.â
âYou bring noise,â Jason corrects.
âYou love me.â
âDebatable.â
Youâre mid-retort when Dick suddenly hooks a finger in the belt loop of your jeans and pulls you just enough to steal your balance.
âWhatââ
He kisses you.
Right on the lips this time. Quick. Clean. Unapologetic.
The room goes dead silent.
Dick lets go like nothing happened. âAnyway,â he says, clapping his hands once. âMission briefing?â
Jason stares at you. Then at Dick. Then back at you.
ââŚWhat the hell was that?â
Your face is on fire. âIâI donât know.â
Dick doesnât look at you. Doesnât explain. Just keeps talking like he didnât just short-circuit your brain in front of his entire family.
Later, you corner him in the hallway.
âYou canât just kiss me,â you hiss.
He shrugs. âSure I can.â
âThatâs not how people work!â
His eyes flick down to your mouth. Back up.
âSeems to be working fine.â
The almost-gentle one (the most dangerous)
Youâre upset. Not crying, just quiet. Which, for you, is alarming.
Dick notices immediately.
He sits next to you on the couch, knees brushing. Doesnât joke. Doesnât tease.
âYou okay?â he asks softly.
You shrug. âYeah. JustâŚthinking.â
He studies you for a long moment. You can feel it. The weight of his attention.
âHey,â he murmurs, tilting your chin up with two fingers.
Before you can ask what heâs doing, he kisses you again, slow this time. Not rushed. Not playful. His lips linger at the corner of yours, forehead resting against yours after.
It feelsâŚintentional.
Your voice comes out small. âDick.â
âMm?â
âWhy do you keep doing that?â
He doesnât answer right away. When he finally pulls back, his smile is gone.
ââŚYou overthink everything,â he says, standing up.
And just like that, he walks away.
You sit there, stunned, realizing this one hurt worse than the others.. Because for half a second, you thought it meant something.
The one that finally breaks you
Youâre done pretending it doesnât bother you.
âSo what,â you say, arms crossed, blocking his path. âYou just kiss people whenever you feel like it?â
Dick sighs. âYouâre making this a thing.â
âIt is a thing.â
He looks at you then. Really looks. Something unguarded flashes across his face.
âYouâre annoying,â he says quietly.
You swallow. âI know.â
âYouâre loud. You get under my skin.â
âDickââ
âAnd every time you smile at me,â he continues, voice low, âI want to kiss you just to shut you up.â
Silence.
Your heart is pounding. âThatâs not fair.â
He steps closer. âI know.â
âSo whyââ
He kisses you again, this time full on the mouth, longer than ever before. No audience. No jokes. No escape.
When he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours.
âI donât do this with people I donât care about,â he admits.
This is based off a text convo I had with my cousin lmao
Tim sending a photo of Jason to Steph where the lighting hitting Jasonâs shirt makes his stomach look a bit round: why does jason look 5 months pregnant?
Steph: heâs carrying it for roy
Tim: #meninwomendominatedfields
Steph: yessss!
Tim: i didnât expect jason mpreg on my 2025 bingo card
Imagine: Dick and Bruce are arguing. Theyâve been at it for an hour and thirty minutes, long enough to collect a crowd of siblings and forget what the original problem was. They were probably arguing over a mission, Bruce starting it by voicing his worries and Dick exaggerating it.
At some point, as Dicks voice crescendos, his arms are waving dramatically to and fro as he voices his grievances against his father he yells;
Dick: Damn you, Bruce! Damn you to hell! Youâre trying to act like my father
[He points to his siblings]
Dick: Their father! But youâre no good at it! I know that you know that! Youâre emotionally distant, you canât communicate, and you donât know how to spend time with us! Itâs like being raised by a fucking brick!! WHO RAISED YOU?!
The children watching laughed, hiding their giggles and chuckles behind their hands. At that moment, thereâs a knock on the door interrupting the moment to announce Alfredâs arrival.
The children smiled, theyâre always happy to see Alfred. Heâs so kind and thoughtful, like a grandfather.
The butler opened the door and closed it behind himself. âDinner is ready, sir.â He said.
Bruce gulped, a low sound but a sound that Dick noticed. His head swiveled to his father, watching and analyzing his minute expressions.
âThank you Alfred.â Bruce said with a strained smile. Muffled voices chorused along thankfulness. Dick kept watching Bruce.
Alfred bowed. âYouâre welcome sir.â
Dick saw Bruce flinch twitch. Somewhere behind him Alfred left and his siblings looked back at the spectacle he made with his father. They nudged each other, muttering things that dick chose to ignore to instead focus on the growing pit in his stomach.
Bruce looked at his son, blue eyes meeting a mirror image, and dick (ever observant) sees him shake his head.
His lips pull back, revealing sharp teeth that bite out sharper words. Fuck that, he decided.
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im not even in the batfam fandom but I read way too many batfam fics because my friend writes them and I am her number one supporter. at first i was just like ??? because I got shoved into this fandom with zero context. but now after a couple months of being introduced to the lore and reading many fics I can proudly say⌠I still donât know whatâs going on. what I do know is that this fandom has never known joy. why am I crying? who are these people? I don't care about these people. I don't even know whats happening. yet here I am. ugly crying. how. why. do you people survive on pain alone? do you know no happiness. I just know you freaks are all foaming at the mouth waiting for whumptober. and I'm scared.
Like him trying to hide the fact that heâs hallucinating from his family!
Or hiding his hallucinations of jaybin from post resurrection Jason, and him wondering why heâs still seeing fake jaybin when Jason is back and it's because even tho Jason is back, it doesn't feel like it to dick because of their turmoilous relationship
Or Dick hallucinating evil versions of Bruce and Tim and even Jason or Cass voicing his self-hatred thoughts.
Maybe him really thinking its true now that the hallucinations are saying it too, and ignoring that itâs all himself to try and validate his own guilt and self-hatred
If we go the hurt/comfort route it could be Tim or someone realising that Dick looks at things that aren't there with a sad gaze, or that he mumbles incoherent things to himself ever so often.
Someone finally putting all the pieces together and making Dick go get help and medicine even though he doesn't want to because he thinks the he deserves to suffer and âwho else will keep him in checkâ when he thinks heâs not the problem.
But the batfam is having none of that and they put all the scraps of emotional availability together to have a talk with Dick and get him into therapy
Damian would leave ominous notes where he knows Dick would find them like
âDont listen to the voices or else.â
They both creep Dick out and help, he doesn't know what the âor elseâ would be and heâs not very inclined to find out.
