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to expand on my headcanon that bruce is actually emotionally capable but only within the limits of how his gaggle of children show emotion, i think several of the batfam have the opposite problem. they can express and understand emotions totally normally but ONLY with people outside of the bats. for example:
tim, talking to kon: i understand that listening in on conversations has become a habit ever since you settled into your powers, but it is an invasion of privacy and has caused me some anxiety over whether or not you're listening to me at any given time. i think a good compromise could be a specific codeword that you listen out for me saying that implies permission for you to listen in. does that sound reasonable? do you have anything you'd like to say while we're discussing boundaries?
kon, in mild shock because he's heard clark complain for hours on how emotionally distant bats are: uh...yeah. sounds good.
bruce, walking in: red robin, have you completed your field reports from last nights patrol?
tim, whipping around violently: oh, so you think i'm irresponsible now? after everything i did to revamp the watchtower's security with oracle and cyborg? good to know you care about me, b.
kon, experiencing brutal whiplash while batman sulks away: ...rob, are you ok? that sounded pretty rough
tim, totally back to normal: oh yeah we're good, he gets worried if we're too nice or calm for long periods of time and its been a quiet week. the chore wheel said it was my turn to snap at him so his blood pressure goes down
kon, wide eyed and trembling: totally! makes perfect sense! clark come get me im scared
i think it becomes such a widely known phenomenon that other heroes treat it almost like a diplomatic mission. if two bats are in the room together everyone becomes the most Polite and Respectful person on the planet out of pure fear. eventually this backfires because bruce gets paranoid about how calm the justice league is being and a second JL chore wheel has to be instituted. its color coded.
tim: franticly deleting his socials after becoming robin
dick: why are you deleting that what's on there
tim:.(superbat but he doesn't want them to know )..porn
Somewhere in Nanda Parbat, Jason is smashing his laptop because his favourite fics are GONE. This is worse than the crowbar.
Dick: I think our new neighbor might be a vampire.
Jason: *sighs*
Jason abruptly left the room.
Dick: rude.
Bruce: and why do you think this?
Dick: their windows are tinted so much they are blacked out.
Dick: they’re never out.
Dick: I mean the place is eerily quiet-
Bruce, muttering: just because you’re loud-
Dick, yelling over him: even for normal people!
Dick:
Dick: they gotta be vampires.
Three months later…
Dick and Bruce are standing outside waiting for their car. As they are, they hear a click and Dick snaps his head over. The neighbors mansion door opens. A pale older kid walks out wearing sunglasses and long sleeve pajamas. The boy is quiet as he begins heading down his driveway.
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Bruce Wayne is the type of man to find his son trembling over a corpse and immediately begin planning an alibi.
Alfred meticulously scrubbing the stain, Jason coming and going without any noise. It’s none of their business where trash goes. Tim erases the footage, erases him whoever once was becomes not even a footnote.
Damian will be soft, playing the part indicative to the very boy who needs it.
Bruce Wayne is the very man people hate.
The ones that are above the law, waving wealth around his consequences always affordable.
Cars crashing into tree’s no officer dares a breathalyzer, NDA’s follow the abortion.
The Wayne’s have always been Gothams royals.
Bruce Wayne hasn’t been the prince in a very long time.
In action. In defense of his home. In defense of his children. With enough of a body to bury, but not enough of a face for any newspaper to exploit.
Cass gives the eulogy.
It surprised everyone how she volunteered, didn't even let a second pass after the mortuary asked who in the family would be speaking.
"Why?" Dick asked.
It scared Cass that her eyes had gotten so swollen with tears and her ears haven't stopped ringing from dissociation, so much so that she's not sure what her brother is thinking anymore.
She shrugged, "I wanted to."
Part of her wanted to say 'I don't trust you to say nice things' and another part of her wanted to claim 'I don't want you to hurt yourselves with it'.
Dick seemed to understand anyways.
So here she was.
Some odd few years older than when Bruce first held her; and only a few days older than when he last did.
Sitting on Bruce's bed, sheets still cold and tousled.
Wearing Bruce's old college jacket (too small for him, too big for her)
A tablet in front of her, of tiktok and youtube videos of people giving eulogies. The poetry. The memories. The laughter and screaming.
The cowl in one hand, his pen in the other.
Trying... failing... and trying again...
...to find the words to tell everyone:
"I didn't want this to happen"
That's where Tim found her on the night before the speech is to be given, and the coffin is closed so Bruce can be at his last resting place.
"Would you believe Jason wanted to come here more than Duke did?" is what he led with as he closed the door behind him.
Cass followed his silhouette until he next to her.
Tim didn't even look at the blank paper on her lap before taking her hand.
"Babs and Dick wanted me to tell you that no one will hate you if you say you change your mind," he said.
Cass paused, "Damian might."
"Yeah, Damian is angry about a lot of things," Tim sighed, "He's a kid. The big feelings don't have a lot of room to be stored in that little body of his."
That's what gets Cass.
Some odd two days and several papers were thrown in the trash, and she started crying again.
She mourned for Bruce, who will never hold her again.
She mourned all the things she wished she said out loud, because gods, she finally knows that glances and gestures can be taken incorrectly and it terrified her that maybe she had ever done anything to make Bruce think she didn't love him.
She mourned for Bruce, who would have spared all of them, spared Damian, spared Cass the need to speak because there would not have been a reason to...
If only you were here.
"You buried parents before."
Tim hummed, "I have."
Cass leaned against him and passed along her blank paper, "How?"
"How what?"
"How do you say you love someone who will never hear it?" she croaked out, "What is the point?"
Tim paused.
"The point is that people get to know how loved he was," he answered.
"I don't need other people to know," Cass snapped, stiffening as tears continued to pour down her face, "I need him to know."
Tim sighed, pressing his face against hers.
"I think he already knows, but the people out there... need remembering sometimes that he's someone who was loved. I think that's why we have eulogies. We forget that every face we've ever seen is a face someone loved. Remembering how loved a person you lost was in life, it is... relieving."
Cass took a shuddering breath — in and out — and closed her eyes.
She thought about Bruce's face lighting up when he first saw her grin at his direction.
She thought about Bruce's face pinching in fear every time he made a move in battle because what if I hit the wrong person.
She thought about Bruce's face softening at his family's direction when he thinks no one is looking.
That expression that was richer than poetry, more precious than memory.
That expression with a language for a nation of 10.
Bruce's face, forever clean and stiff like stone, in a coffin too cold and too lonely.
Bruce's face that Cass wanted to see again.
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At the funeral, Cass took no paper with her to the stand. She doesn't look at the people or the sky or the ground.
Her eyes were locked on the casket.
Dick gave Tim a worried look. He smiled and told him: "Cass knows what to say. Trust her."
Cass took a deep breath.
"I wish you were here," she said through gritted teeth.
Silence draped across the church, the daunting sort of silence that belonged to realization and dread.
"I wish you didn't die the way you wanted," Cass hissed.
The Justice League looked at each other with a sort of horror that came too late from the aftermath. The cowl and armor and blaze of glory had made them forget: there was a mortal man once among them, capable of breaking but in capable of letting that stop him.
"I wish no one had to give a eulogy," she continued, even as tears were already streaming down her face.
Dick gasped, fists shaking on his lap. God, he wanted to, not that it would've changed anything, but he had wanted to.
"I wish you got old and watched us grow older too."
Damian was already shaking, burying his face in Steph's shoulder. He was the youngest person in that room.
"I wish I can see your face change and move again."
Jason looked down on his hands. It was hard to breath through his half mask, but it felt disrespectful to wear his father's face on his funeral.
"I wish I knew if you were happy, at least."
Tim smiled bitterly, because he knew a lot of things, just not the answer to that question.
Cass paused, the cloying feeling in her chest finally becoming too much that it rose to her head, filling it with cotton.
"This is... the part that you tell me you were."
The casket doesn't move.
The eulogy and the truth changed nothing. The poetry made nothing better.
Her dad was still dead.
"This is where you come back," she mumbled, finally looking at her family with genuine confusion on her face, "This is where... it stops hurting, right?"
There she stood, humiliated and speechless.
Where is the relief?
Where is the absolution?
"Where is he?"
Damian started wailing, and Steph was too locked up in mourning to do anything. Dick sank behind the pew, shaking, even as Barbara held him through it. Jason had to turn around to take off his mask and breathe. Tim laughed a bitter laugh. Duke stood up, getting on the podium and beckoning Cass off as grief turned into embarrassment.
But then again — what is love if not an act of humiliation?
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A/N: Writing exercise so I don't get rusty because I haven't progressed a fic in a while 💔😭 I miss my hobbies
Was thinking about the term "performative" -> wondered if there was a term called "performative grief" -> thought about Er*ka K*k for obvious reasons -> Ballerina Cass -> love performing -> is love a performance? -> makes sense,,, performance arts require a sort of bravery to keep going for the sake of the entertainment of others and the preservation of feeling, even at the expense of a performer pushing the bounds of their physical and emotional abilities -> love is a performance -> love is an act of humiliation
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Dick: i mean you were there, right? so you must have at least tried to give him parts of a normal childhood.
Jason: oh yeah. i felt like his camp councillor, just constantly trying to come up with games to teach him what fun was. he was a real stick in the mud though, he didn’t like doing stuff that he deemed ‘useless’
Dick: and ‘enjoying life’ was useless to him?
Jason: league brainwashing man, what can i say? i did force him to watch movies with me every now and then, though.
Dick: oh?
Jason: yeah. backfired real bad.
Dick: how does watching a movie backfire?
Jason: well. in the league everybody’s paranoid. everything’s either a test or a potential assassination attempt, y’know? so i picked a light-hearted rom-com and we watched ‘first daughter’,
Dick: oh, that one about the president’s daughter who wants a normal life that befriends a guy at college who turns out to be lying and is actually another member of her security team?
Jason: yuh.
Dick: …and that backfired how?
Jason: well. the kid assumed that i was talking to him in code and came to the conclusion that i wasn’t actually his brother, but rather another assassin guard planted to make him feel like he wasn’t being babysat when we hung out.
Jason: took two weeks for Talia to convince him that i actually was adopted.
Dick: oh. well, that’s not too bad?
Jason: yeah. but then i got curious so i made him watch ‘the man in the iron mask’. you know, that old movie about the two prince brothers, where one locks the other in an iron mask for his entire life so that he could take the throne unopposed?
Dick:
Dick: Jason. really?
Jason, slightly amused: yeah man he was terrified of me for a month.
Dick: you’re such an ass.
Jason, nodding: tell you what though- he stopped disobeying his tutors real quick when he thought his position as heir was on the line.
Dick: god, that poor kid. having to have you as his only sibling for so long…
Jason: i know, right? after that i put on ‘the truman show’ and just watched his entire belief system fall apart. it was fantastic.
Bruce going up to clear out the attic with Duke and Damian and the two keep asking to keep all the old stuff. And Bruce tells them they can if they can correctly guess who originally owned it. And then he would hold up a leather jacket and they would immediately be like 'Jason' and Bruce is like 'No, Dick' and he holds up an ugly Christmas jumper and both are convinced it was Tim's but it it was actually Jason's.
More headcanons about the Rockin Robins (place holder name) no one asked for because I have mental problems
Does Jason still die but not? I have no reason to say he does but if i come up with one... I will be putting that boy through hell I'm sorry. Like I don't want to hurt him but giving him a good reason to hate Bruce just for them to come together because of reasons is like the air I breathe. It probably won't be death related but he will feel the pain.
The band forms when Jason returns from... Running away? And not like how Dick disappears for like a week just for Alfred to find him stuffing his face in the kitchen at 4am. Why did he? Idfk man. But a few years later he comes back and he meets Tim and they're like "we should like be a band." But they need more ppl and so they ask Dick, and they were gonna stick with that but Damian is like "If you don't let me in the band I'm gonna tell baba you're excluding me intentionally." Neither Jason nor Dick want any part of that so yay Dami's in! Damian is a weirdly serious little boy so they aren't worried about him not taking it seriously.
Why tf does Tim get taken in? Reasons... I mean. He's probably still being neglected. But instead of turning to heroism he turns to edgy rock music and of course Bruce is his idol. He gets to meet Bruce bc rich ppl shit and he basically begs Bruce to show him the ropes. Bruce is kinda impressed bc this kid has really good technical skill he just lacks the emotion in his playing and that's ultimately what he teaches him. I think Jason keeps bringing Tim around bc it kinda annoys Bruce but Tim is just so happy to be there like omfg he's in Bruce fucking Wayne's house. Must work out details but you get the idea.
The Al Ghul's literally have no reason to be criminals in this so I'm thinking a forbidden love bc Talia is from an aristocratic family and Ra's cannot stand Bruce, aka the downfall of the Wayne legacy. Like Brucie is well loved in the dcu but rockstar Bruce is more than likely considered a bad boy and is most definitely looked down on by the high society he grew up in before his parents died. Damian is actually raised by Bruce from the get go bc Ra's would not tolerate Bruce Wayne's bastard tainting his or his daughters image. Talia was heartbroken but knew Damian would be better off with Bruce for the time being.
I see no reason to change Dick or Jason's stories. Like they're very to the point. These kids go through some bad shit and Bruce sees himself in them and decides to take them in. If it ain't broke don't fix it.
Of course all the drama is now celebrity bs and the highs and lows of being a rockstar and growing up in the limelight and Bruce still being a worka-fucking-holic and things like that.
Someone has to have a drug problem- IM SORRY BUT YOU CAN'T HAVE ROCKSTAR DRAMA WITHOUT DRUG PROBLEMS!!! I think I'll give em toooo- ennie meannie minnie- you! *Points aggressively at Dick* So sorry (I'm not). Dami wouldn't touch a drug with a ten foot pole, and neither would Jason since I'm keeping his back story the same. That left Tim and Dick and... Well Richard is the prodigal son... All his and Bruce's arguments can be about that.
Also I'm considering adding Steph to the mix bc I feel a lil bad for leaving her out. She'd be like keys or sum. Also a co vocal bc I do love a song with balanced fem and masc vocals. She'd be a very cool rocker girl. Like i think she and Tim would handle concepts and costumes and things like that!
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Dick is the guitarist bc he just must be the main character and the only reason he isn't the lead singer is because he's not that good at it. Not that he didn't try... He lost to Jason in a vote
Jason yes is the lead but he like reallyyyy wanted to be the drummer like really badly but no one else can sing that well so he was the default answer. He voted for Dick when the vote was taken.
Tim is on drums. It might sound a little aggressive for him but that boy needs an outlet istg. I saw a headcanon about him having perfect pitch and 100% agree. He just can't sing for shit. Great at writing songs tho and is incredibly talented with like every instrument.
Damian is on bass. It's such a tame but vital instrument like you cannot have a song without a baseline. It's collected but powerful and I think that's very Damian.
In this universe Bruce is like a rockstar and let his traumas out by screaming into a mic. He raised his kids on the beauty of music and taught them how to express themselves artistically rather than... [Word to describe turning kids into vigilantes to help them cope].
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