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People have always given me an odd look when I tell them..."Bruce may be a Wayne, he might have Thomas Wayne's blood and his money, his legacy, but in the end, there's more of me in that boy than him, that boy may not consider himself in any sense the son of a Pennyworth, but to me, to me Bruce is my son, no Wayne could have made him the man he is now, he is MY son and always will be treated as such" @richbastardbat
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''Never a straight answer from you, huh, old man?''
Jason shook his head to clear it as he came to, and he glanced around the barely-lit, damp room they'd been obviously locked in. No windows. One door, and by the looks of it, it was enforced too.
''You know, you could drop the mysterious act for once -- it does nothing to make you more interesting.''
Masks and cowls still on. Still suited up. Hell, Jason could still feel his weapons in place. Whoever had snatched them up, had done a piss poor job of it. ''So, you got a way out yet?''
So, this blog is 3 years now. This means I've been rping Tim for a little more than 3 years in total. He was on a sideblog at first. I would never have discovered Tim if it hadn't been for @riidcr and her being into Dick Grayson then. Before that, she had been my main Stephen Strange to my Bruce Banner. So if any of you are happy about me being here and rping Tim, you all have her to thank for it.
Although I care about all my mutuals, even those I haven't spoken too yet, but some of you have been here since the very start and those are: @rxsurrxcted, @goldentemplariumcrow, @jp-todd-rp, @supermantm, @richbastardbat & @theamazondiana (and redwinefangs, but I don't know where they went and I'm missing them a lot). Thank you for giving my Tim a chance when we were very new to it all. Thanks for making me feel welcomed. I hope we will continue to rp for a long time. ♡
And for all of you I haven't interacted with. I do look forward to doing so.
For everyone, thanks for your support and patience ♡♡♡
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Diana loved moments like this. Quiet. Out of the costume. Just the two of them. And Bruce, she loved how his edges had softened around her, how he let himself feel despite the weight of the world on their shoulders.
And when she felt the warmth of his hand over hers, she couldn’t help her smnile, and the affectionate look she cast in his direction.
Then he spok3e and Diana's smile only widened.
“I love you to too, Bruce,” she said.
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“It’s a delicate balance Bruce......”
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I should properly introduce myself. I'm Bruce Wayne, Thomas' son.
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"...the kid that thinks he's a bat? Pleased to meet you. I’m M."
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It wasn’t a secret that Tim’s room was a disaster, but it generally (in his opinion) wasn’t a problem. He knew where everything he needed was, he was able to quickly make his way from the bed to his door and back without injuring himself, there wasn’t anything else he needed. Today was an anomaly, everything was missing, nothing could be found, he was convinced that something mysterious from the piles on the floor had stabbed him in the foot... Most pressingly his car keys were nowhere to be found. His keys had been in his pocket the night before and he’d distinctly heard them fall out and hit the left corner of his bed frame, so where were they?
Fifteen minutes later he’d found four of Bart’s shoes, none of them matching, Kon’s jacket, seven batarangs, and enough cups that Alfred would murder him if he brought them all downstairs at once. After another ten minutes passes, spent laying on the floor and staring blankly at the ceiling he forced himself up and out of door, mindlessly dragging his feet until he landed outside Bruce’s office. Without knocking he pushed the door open, frowning at the man inside, “have you seen my keys? I knew where they were and now they’re gone and Damian or his stupid dog probably took them.”
madolyn / bruce (cont.) @richbastardbat
LETTING THE SLEEVES of her cream fleece sweater fall below her wrists, Maddie tried to remember how long it had been since they’d spoken in person. Several months? Definitely more than three. A knot formed in the pit of her stomach at the tone of his voice. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” Her eyes closed briefly, emotion building. “I know that you told me to stay away during everything, but I still feel... I’m sorry that I didn’t come anyway. I should have.” As much as they disagreed, the thought of Bruce being angry with her was paralyzing. They were family after all.
