My dad is emotionally abusive and just in general sucks and I'm really upset today because with it being fathers day, my family has it that I "Have" to hang with and do as my father says......I was wondering if you could cheer me up by writing something like bruce and alfred being good adoptive father figures to a male reader who just sorta ended up hanging with the batboys, with it slipping that the readers family life isnt great, despite the readers happy outward face.
Hi, I’m really sorry to hear that. Ihope this cheered you up enough? If you ever need someone to talk to, reach out yeah? I originally had something else planned for Bruce, Alfred and Clark but I figured since this is a request that youseem to need, I tried my best with it! Hope this is able to cheer you up a bit!
“Young master Y/N, will you bejoining us for dinner today?” Alfred asks when you walk by the kitchen,trailing after Tim who is still chattering about what he had gotten for Bruce.You blink a couple of times, pausing to think about the offer. On one hand, youreally want to stay and have dinner with the family but on the other hand, youknew if you went back home, you are just going to be super fucking miserableand your family might even get mad at you for skipping tonight.
Tim must have seen the briefconflict on your face. “Yeah, he’s staying for dinner, Alfred.” Tim answers foryou and you shot your friend a look. Tim simply shrugs. “Come on, we still needto play the game. Alfred’s going to call us for dinner once it’s about done.”Tim pulls you in the direction of his room.
“Thank you, Alfred!” You call outover your shoulders.
Alfred simply smiles at you.
The moment you reach Tim’s room, youimmediately went for the bean-bag you have claimed as yours, making yourselfcomfortable. You watch Tim plug in his PlayStation and hands a remotecontroller over to you. “Tekken 7?” He asks and you shrug your shoulders.
“I’m game.”
The two of you had spent the entiretime playing Tekken 7, shouting and screaming at each other as you tried tobeat Tim. You are somewhat thankful you had gotten the chance to meet Tim thatone day. It went from casual conversations about the latest games and latestupdates to having actual conversations about all sorts of games the both of youplayed and soon, Tim and you became quick friends.
The competition between you and Timare put to a stop when Alfred knocks on the door. “Young masters, it is almosttime for dinner. If you could head over to the dining hall, it would befantastic.” Alfred announces and Tim nods his head.
“Why don’t you head down first? Ineed to take a quick shower.” Tim tells you and you nod your head. “I thinkDamian should be downstairs somewhere.” Tim turns to look Alfred.
“Master Damian is currently in thestudy, playing with Titus as we are speaking.” Alfred nods his head to confirmTim’s suspicions. You got off the bean-bag and hand the controller you had beenusing to Tim. “Follow after me, Young Master Y/N.”
You left Tim’s room and quicklyfollowed after Alfred. You really look up to Alfred. The first time you had metAlfred, you had been a little bit afraid because of his stern expression butyou quickly find out that despite his expressions, he was lovable and his quickwits amazed you.
“Alfred, will everyone be around fordinner today?” You finally ask. “It’s just that today’s Father’s Day and all.”You casually point out and Alfred shakes his head.
“Not everyone, unfortunately. MasterDick is currently out of the country for a job and if all is well, Master Jasonwill drop by when he is finished with his.” Alfred tells you as he leads youdown to the dining hall. He didn’t really have to do that to be quite honestseeing as you have already been hanging out with them a lot to know where thedining hall is but it still made you somewhat happy.
“I see.” You say softly. “Areeveryone happy?” You randomly ask when he leads you to where you will besitting.
Alfred looks at you before givingyou a knowing smile. “Do you know why we fall sometimes, Young Master Y/N?” Heasks you instead and you frown as you tried to think of an answer. “So that wewill learn how to pick ourselves up.” You take a seat on the chair and furrowyour eyebrows.
“Being happy is a choice, son. Itsimply means that they have simply decided to see beyond the imperfections.”Alfred tells you as he recalls every little thing the entire family had gonethrough and he places a hand on your shoulder. “You just have to choose it andfight to be happy.” He lifts his hand from your shoulder, dropping it to hisside. “Dinner will be served shortly.” Alfred then excuses himself leaving youwith a few questions rather than answers.
You never looked forward to Father’sDay. What with the situation back at home and your father was just plain rotten?Constantly abusing you emotionally, to the point where you are just so tiredand done and you tend to find excuses to not stay at home. It makes you wonderbriefly if Tim – and the rest of his family – knows about your situation backat home. You had been careful too, not letting it slip just how unhappy yourfamily – more specifically your father – made you feel.
“Tt. It is you.” Damian walks inwith Alfred the Cat chilling on his shoulders and you give Damian a wave. Henods his head curtly as he takes his seat. “You are looking worse for wear.Whatever have you been doing?” Sometimes you forget Damian’s a thirty-year-old stuckin a ten-year old’s body and you chuckle. “Tt. I see nothing funny about myquestion, Y/N.”
You shake your head. “I justremembered something but do I look that bad? I think I’m getting more sleepthan Tim does.” You point out, looking at your reflection on the spoon. Yeah,you might have eye-bags beneath your eyes but that was certainly nothing new.At times, you can’t sleep, your thoughts plagued by the thoughts of your dad.
Damian shrugs his shoulder, pickingAlfred off of his shoulder to place him on the floor. “Run along and find Titusnow, Alfred.” He tells his cat and you smile. You never thought he would havean affinity with animals – it was kinda adorable.
Not long after that, Tim appears,chatting with Bruce.
“Hello, Y/N. How are you?” Bruceasks you when they reached the table. Tim takes a seat beside you, leaving theseat beside Damian empty and Bruce sits down on his chair.
“Still alive and breathing, sir.”You grin at Bruce and he nods his head, a small smile on his face. Anyconversations that were about to happen after that is cut short because Alfredcame in bringing dinner. Eating home-made food was always something you lookedforward to and sometimes you think Alfred spoils everyone in this house withhow good most of his food were. You thank him and Alfred tells you to eat yourfood well before taking a sat at the far end of the table – still mindful ofthe fact that he is a butler – even though you are sure no one in the housereally thinks of him as a butler anymore.
The rest of the night is spent withyou watching everyone interact. Halfway through dinner, Jason comes walking inand it was amusing for you to see Damian interacting with Jason. Despite hiscold attitude towards him, you can see that Damian actually looks up to Jasontoo. Perhaps this was what Alfred had meant by his answer to your question.
You have come to notice thateveryone is a misfit here and everyone just clicks. It makes you a little bitsad that your own family is not like this. But you tried to put that at theback of your mind, especially since both Tim and Damian had invited you to stayover and you jumped at the chance. Anything to spend the night away from yourfamily.
You thought you had a grip on yourown emotions and managed to go about the rest of the night without giving awayyour problems. But you thought wrong. Just as you are about to go in one of theliving rooms – where Tim and Damian had set up their mattresses – Bruce stopsyou. “Our house is open for you whenever you feel like it, Y/N.” You frown atfirst, confused by what he is saying.
Bruce gives you a small smile. “Afather figure of mine once said, however dark and scary the world might beright now, there will be light.” He stares at you and you reel back from theshock when you finally understand what he was trying to say without actuallysaying it.
“Thank you, sir.” You tell him. “Thankyou.”
Bruce shakes his head. “Remember,the house is open for you whenever.” He tells you once more before leaving youto digest just what had happened.
