I feel like Bruce would just Give his children kisses anytime they do something.It doesnât even have to be anything Special heâll just like kiss their forehead.THOSE ARE HIS BABYS AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
Mhm yep yep. 100% yep.
Btw, I'm in a Batlantern mood, somehow. So Hal's pov:
For whatever fucking reason, Bruce had started to kiss his children foreheads under ayn and every excuse given. It was ridiculous. And obnoxiously sweet, Hal had to admit.
No idea why, Bruce just started to do so.
Scratch that. He absolutely knows why.
Bruce is a fucking sap, and ever since he introduced the legion of vigilantes under his wing to the League and told them half of said legion where his actual, honest to god children, he started to move freely in full dad mode.
Hal wanted to hate it. Mostly because he had to bite down the coos everytime those "kiddos" giggled at the affection showcase.
They maintained a stoic, reserved image in the surroundings of the general League. But as soon as they were among the founders or one of the kiddos teammates? Ugh. The amount of sweetness dripping from the bat and his batlings was cavity inducing.
Adorable. Infuriatingly so.
Robin - Tim. Hal was secretly so proud to be among the few that knew the whole family's identities - was munching on something while Kon-El wore his ear off.
Suddenly, the kid stopped, his eyes regaining shine after drifting apart mid Superboy's rant, and quickly turned his whole body back towards the dinning's doors. Blinding smile as Batman crossed the automatic doors.
How the fuck does the bats do that, Hal will never know. Pretty sure they have a sonar radar (hah, got it? Because they're bats. God, he's so fun) made specifically to identify their father as he entered their proximity.
Bruce stilled, just a second, probably asserting his surroundings, and moved to his kid. Kid who was, Hal must add, already closing his eyes and stretching his neck so Bruce had easier access to his forehead.
He kiss wasn't loud. Tim's laughter was. Delighted, unashamed. SB cleared his throat, and the duo (plus nosy Harold) turned to the Kriptonian. He said something truly close to a "where's mine, B?" And, oh- Another thing Hal had learned about that family? Those kids are POSSESSIVE. Borderline obsessive behavior. Borderline? No, no. Straight up insane about their father's love.
Connor whined as his entire body went lump against the table. Bruce yelled at his kid. Who pretended to know nothing for an entirety of ten seconds before sighing and pressing his glove. Spooks said something about there being another Kriptonians on the Watchtower, and if he was willing to take responsibility if SuperBoy were to be seriously hurt. The kid pouted, and Hal smirked knowing Bruce just lost that fight.
Dick, Nightwing - No, he's not cursing the man. That's his nickname, his name is Richard - was the most shameless. - Ok, maybe Hal IS cursing the man. But can you lame him? The motherfucker is a full ass grown adult, well installed in society, living on his own, about to marry and have kids... And he still jumps on his heels, uncovering his forehead and practically force pressing it on Bruce's lips.
No. Hal is not jealous.
"Tati!!" Dick jumped, getting caught under his armpits and hanging in the air. Bruce gives him a fond sight before leaning and kissing the forehead his oldest son offered to him.
Ok, sure. Hal is somewhat jealous.
Dick beamed at Bruce. The bat softly leaves him on the floor before turning around and keeps moving to whatever he was about to do before he got jumped - literally.
Nightwing's smile vanishes as he turns to face Hal. And he has chills. That BatGlare⢠is addressed to him for a second, before the man turns to his father, happy smile back in place.
Hal is jealous and terrified, alright.
Batgirl is basically a smaller version of the big bad bat. Cassandra, of course. Stephanie is the exact opposite. And being his exact copy means she has the same responses her dad has.
Brue practically falls to his chair, a long, deep, tired sigh as he closes his eyes and drops his head against his shoulder.
It had been a mess of a battlefield, and the debrief hadn't been any better. Cassandra moves to his right. Protective.
Hal had sayed out of worry for the man. He looked DESTROYED.
Bruce sighed once more, pinching between his eyebrows, and Cass leans. Head tilted in that way only the bats can do, and carefully moves the hand away.
The mask presses against Bruce's forehead. And she makes a loud "Mwha!", before stepping back... And oh god the smile in Bruce's face will feed Hal's dreams for MONTHS. Fuc! He's down bad... Ok, he needs to go back to that statement another day, because right now he has to run away, 'cause clearly the girl has read his body language and it's staring at him.
He thinks she's staring, at least. She has such a creepy mask, dear lord.
The point is, he should vanish ASAP, before the kid makes him vanish forever.
Red Hood is a huge man.
Muscular, tall, intimidating. He's efficient and cold-blooded towards the criminals. He gets the job done and is quick at it.
Jason Todd is a whiny little bitch.
Hood throws his helmet against the white tiles of the Watchtower's medbay's floor. Yelling at a bedridden Batman about how he took so fucking long to call for him. How he called literally everyone before him. How he still didn't thrust his back at him. Hal rolled his eyes in the bed next to Bruce's.
Hal knows. There were certain... elements, on this mission. Certain things that would have made Bruce spiral and go full panic mode Jason had stepped inside that warehouse to help him. Bruce would never tell his kid, thou- Nevermind! He's actually telling his kid!! That's some self-improvement, right there!! Look at that!!
...
Ok. Fucking look at that.
Whiny beast of a man spread across the bed, head popped on Bruce's shoulder as the man kissed his forehead and reassured his boy how much he loved him, and how freaking proud he was of his accomplishments.
Hal needs to know what kind of glue that family uses for their dominoes, because there is NO WAY that cover is not falling to the floor after the amount of tears that the kiddo was letting fall from his eyes.
Duke also wears a helmet. It's bright yellow, absolutely on cue with his hero name "Signal". He almost never is seen at the tower. Turns out he's the daily shift? Because they have shifts? Of course they have. They are Bruce's offsprings, after all.
... Hal wants to have an offspring with the man.
Ok, listen. The pilot has been putting his feet on the ground for once, and has been working on his feelings. And his feelings tell him he has an enormous crush on the billionaire.
Back to Duke, because the kid is about to take his helmet off?! Hal's breath catches and he's so nervous, looking around. Is he seriously taking it off here? There's so many people!! He's about to make a barrier to - at least - blurry the kid's image... But of course a batkid would have an ace under his sleeve. Because Duke is suddenly vanishing in thin air. Challenging Bruce to kiss his forehead, and laughing at the man after he kissed his nose.
Bruce had absolutely done that on purpose just to make his baby giggle.
Hal is sighing. Damn, this is bad.
Speaking of babies!!
Damian is tiny. Tiny, cute and terrifying. He might as well be an assassin ninja by the way he moves and behaves. Robin. Because of course there's also doubles on that title. 2 Robins and 2 (3?) Batgirls... Is Oracle a Batgirl? He thinks so... Wait. Does Signal counts as a Robin? No, right?
He yelps as the kid uses him as a platform to climb to his father's back.
Hal had been talking - flirting, thank you very much - with Bruce. Really close. He's going full speed ahead to this endeavor. He's getting that man, thrust him. When the tiny gremlin used him as a post. Grumbling and mumbling as he reached his father's shoulders in just two moves.
He perched on Bruce's shoulders, before sitting down on them, legs dangling around the Bat's neck. Bruce only scoffed, palming his son's calf twice.
Damian behaved like his age, for once, and whined. Not letting go nor getting down. He pressed his chin over Bruce's cowl, before quickly giving him a peck right there, between the cute pair of bat ears.
Bruce froze. And Hal covered his mouth not to show his smile.
... He also avoided looking up. Scared enough about getting the family traded marked glare.
"So" That caught Bruce's attention, finally looking away from the screen. "What do I have to do to get one of those ki-?"
He shielded himself with a construct before the batarang could stab him in the eye. Bruce only tutted. Hal gaped in disbelief as the man barely looked annoyed at the clear homicidal attempt one of his kids had -
"Batgirl"
Blonde hair made her entrance from the shadows. Oh, ok. His almost kid. Whatever.
"Sorry." It's to Bruce, of course. Hal knows she's not apologizing to him "I'm in a mood"
Hal wanted to tell at her that that is NOT a healthy way to vent their frustrations. And that is was most definitely not a venting mechanism, and she probably tried to kill him for real for daring to approach her not-really-her-dad-but-also-totally-her-dad figure. Her words. Not Hal's.
Hal KNOWS the woman is pouting under that cover. He just KNOWS.
Bruce also knows. A hand reaching, and Stephanie practically melts into a hug, lifting her face just enough for a pair of lips to press against exposed forehead.
She sighs.
"Lantern" Hal is impressed. He was not expecting her to tell HIM sorry- "next time you pull some shit like that, and I will-"
"Batgirl"
"Uuugh. Fine." She presses further into that chest. Hal is definitely filled with envy, for sure. "No killing"
"... Batgirl"
"Can't hear. Busy hugging. Busy loving"
Aaaaand. Bruce is gone again. But fine. Hal truly enjoys that angelical smile only his kids can get him to make.















