#rollingthundcr

send ✨ and my muse will share one of their new year's resolution. still accepting.

Bruce is already determined to ignore her, if he was honest, having gotten his grandson back. John just already laughing in his arms and trying to grab at his scruff as if it was the most fascinating thing. He couldn’t disagree since it seemed to keep him entertained for now. 

    “ Barbara. It’s fine. “ He finally reiterated, looking up and away from John to his mother with a reassuring smile. “ I’m sure everything will be fine. “ 

He turns away then, moving to a chair to sit down and distract John by making faces despite having discovered from their last visit that John was more amused with his lack of expression than any attempt at making comical faces. 

    “ And if all things go utterly disastrous, I have the League on speed dial. Let them fare against Gotham for once. “ He added, looking up again and propping the little boy that seemed to objectively protest against his “faces” to a sitting position so he could smile and wave at his mom. “ Now shoo, you’re taking valuable Grandfather and Grandson time from me. “

“ Barbara, “ He warns gently, playfully almost. More amused really than anything threatening of the sort. Him wiggling his upper lip out of habit and still feeling the cool chill of the Gotham air than the usual ruffle and rustle of his trusted mustache.  “ It was necessary. It’ll grow back. It’s still me, sort of. “ 

“Ah, hell.”  He can’t even be a little Hulk green at the idea she’s managed to dig out more than he has; she’s brilliant - he’ll always compliment a quick intelligence - and the intel is good.  Too good, really.  He doesn’t mean to be the metallic gargoyle leering over her shoulder, scowling at what he’s seeing in front of him behind the faceplate, especially since he’s (albeit reluctantly) turned to someone else with angles he might not have chased with hat in metaphorical hand, but he’d seen the effects of the earlier and later versions of the mad bomb, what kind of damage it can really do.  On a larger scale - the kind of scale he’s already envisioning - it becomes apocalyptic.  "This is the kind of horror show that keeps me up at night.  The goofy beekeeper uniforms are the least of our worries, if AIM’s managed to refine the mad bomb that much.  What did you say those coordinates were?”

rollingthundcr asked: ❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜

     “ hm, dangerous combination of words, Babs. are you sure you want to do whatever i want? ” she teased, fully aware of her reputation among the other bats as the hard-ass, mean lesbian of the group and thoroughly enjoyed leaning into it. 

        though not tonight, it was the rare opportunity to have downtime with the eye in the sky. Kate can chill out. “ pizza and a movie sounds perfect. i haven’t seen a new film in forever. ”