WinteredWidow

six years later, after tentatively reconciling with his thought-dead seventeen year old crime lord brother, Jason gets slightly tipsy while sneaking drinks during a family event and proceeds to drunkenly tell Dick in front of the whole family about how scared he’d been to meet him after Bruce had first taken him in, because he wasn’t sure if Dick would remember him from when he was eleven and beat Dick across the face with a wooden bat so Jason could mug him on the side of the road. Jason is too drunk to understand the bomb he has just dropped and everybody stares at a frozen Dick in silence as he comes to the realisation that Jason was the little fucker that had stolen his wallet all those years ago.

Detective Gordon, watching as he walks by, being transported to twenty years prior when he was a rookie cop first on the scene for the Wayne murders and finding a shocked eight year old little boy standing in a puddle of his parents’ blood. Remembering how he wrapped his jacket around him and carried him away in a hurry, tucking his face into his shoulder and whispering, “Don’t look. You’re going to be okay, I promise you’re going to be okay, just don’t look.”

Gordon watching as the supposed playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne does everything he can to comfort Dick Grayson, this little boy from the circus he’s never even met before, because he knows exactly the kind of pain he’s going through in this moment.

Eight year old Bruce letting out the most distressed sounding sob Jim has ever heard. Bruce gripping the shoulder of Jim’s shirt, crying out, “Mommy!” while Jim holds him tighter. Bruce trying to look back towards the alley, still calling for his parents, but Jim tucking his face back into his shoulder so he doesn’t see their bodies.

“Just don’t look,” Jim whispers.

Twenty years later, Bruce carries a shocked eight year old Dick Grayson out of the circus tent, rushing to get him away the sight of his parents’ dead bodies. Dick not letting go of him even as Bruce tries to set him down on a bench. Dick coming out of his shock with a shaking, rattling breath and a choked back cry. Bruce whispering to him, “It’s okay if you cry. You can cry as much as you want, chum, I’m not going anywhere. It’s going to be okay.”

Dick letting out the most distressed sounding sob Bruce has ever heard. Dick gripping the shoulder of Bruce’s shirt, crying out, “Mommy!” while Bruce holds him tighter. Dick trying to look back towards the tent, still calling for his parents, but Bruce tucking his face back into his shoulder so he doesn’t see their bodies.

Continuation of this because, of course.

When the person that showed up was not who you’re expecting… and that means more coffee duty for you 😐☕️

donut break 🍩