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jason todd, with his clepto tendencies and hatredof men expressing anger with violence, probably taught bruce a lot about discipline. I mean I’m not saying young dick was a poster child, but come on. he was sweet, he wanted to be a good person, he didn’t have nearly as much drive to explore the dark possibilities as young jason did. I’m also not saying bruce used violence to express his anger towards his kids (maybe towards villains but NOT EVER his kids) but jason was just so different. the kid pissed him off. he stole from him, he defied him, he was wreckless and impulsive on missions. so bruce had his true first encounter with raising a difficult kid. he yelled, as almost all parents do, but upon seeing then the way it affected jason he wondered if maybe that wasn’t the right thing to do. he was confused, dick had never reacted to him yelling like that. but here jason was, pale and shaking, trying to hold back tears, not looking him in the eye. bruce learned to quiet his voice. he learned yelling signaled to jason that he was going to get hurt. and bruce being the person he is, decided he simply would not yell at jason. and still do this day, if he’s angry with him he doesn’t yell, sometimes he even softens his voice a bit. but every now and then he messes up. sometimes jason will stumble to the manor, shit faced, bloody, pockets full of cash, and bruce will care for him, but seethe on the inside. sometimes he raises his voice a little louder than he meant to, and even adult jason will flinch. but that’s another thing bruce has learned when it comes to raising some verytroubled kids. he knows when and how to apologize. sometimes he doesn’t want to. but he does. sometimes the kid should be the one apologizing but bruce still does it. jason, as full of anger and pain as he is, knows that despite bruce’s fuck ups. despite the past, his death, and their current rocky relationship, jason knows his dad wouldn’t hurt him. and he gets hurt. a lot. so it’s good for him to have someone to turn to. someone he knows won’t raise a finger against him.
dick leaning sloppily against an alleyway wall, wiping at his nose in a vain attempt to stifle the flow of blood. a man is on the concrete ground, a crumpled heap of limbs, breathing shallowly. dick glances down at the man, a look of disgust on his face. he crouches down, leaning close to the man. it takes everything in him to resist hitting him again. “go to hell.” he breathes, before jumping up to catch the fire escape ladder and nimbly scaling it to the roof of the building. god, he sometimes wishes he could do more than just apprehend scumbags like that man.
tim in a blood splattered suit, his hair in his eyes, his jaw working as he swings the metal pipe again, hitting the masked attacker in the ribs as hard as he can. the attacker stumbles and collapses to the ground. tim drops the pipe, letting it clang to the floor. he breathes heavily, taking in the carnage around him. he limps to the attacker and lifts the mask off revealing a young woman, barely conscious. he then straightens, adjusts his suit and pushes back his hair, stepping over the weezing woman and heading towards the door.
jason, on his back, staring up at the sliver of night sky he can see through the cracks in the warehouse roof. he’s bleeding from somewhere. from multiple somewheres. he wants to just stay on floor. he wants more than a few seconds to catch his breath, but he can already hear the armed men clamoring towards him. he pushes out a breath of air and forces himself up, staring into the face of many assault weapons. in ten minutes, when the men are all sprawled on the floor around him, he briefly hopes that he can just go home and get sleep now, but in the distance a police siren starts up. he sighs.
Selina who volunteers with local TNR groups. Selina who steals millions worth of jewels and gives half cat shelters anonymously. Selina who pushes for tougher animal cruelty laws. Selina, who’s cold and standoffish with people, but who’s barriers immediately fall for an injured stray. Selina, who doesn’t usually stick around for a fight, absolutely rocking the shit out of an animal abuser. Selina who mods r/cats for fucks sake.
Give me a catwoman who just honest to god loves cats.
Alfred is the straight supportive grandpa, he is a great ally and everyone loves him, he makes the best rainbow cookies
Bruce is a disaster bisexual dad with a preference for women
Dick is a disaster pansexual icon, this man does not give two fucks about gender, he just loves to love everyone
Barbara is either bisexual or the best straight ally(second place to Alfred, of course)
Jason is pansexual and Polyamorous, his datemates are great and he loves them with all his heart
Tim is a chaotic gay with a coffee addiction and bad sleep habits, Kon always has to make sure that he takes care of himself
Steph is a raging chaotic bisexual, she’s like a Golden Retriver, must protect her at all costs
Cass is the best, I love Cass, she’s my smol bean and nobody’s allowed to touch her… she is either a lesbian icon or an asexual icon… or both… in any case Cassandra Cain is an icon
Damian is asexual and I also see him as demiromantic (also, I’m pretty sure him and Jon have something, it’s so pure and wholesome I just love it)
Duke Thomas, my baby is pansexual, another smol bean that must be protected at all costs… also, I think he is Non-Binary, but he uses he/him or he/they pronouns
Selina is the bisexual mom
And of course, as everyone should know this by now, Kate Kane, our lesbian wine aunt/gay cousin, honestly she’s the best, she will kick butt if someone tries to insult/disrespect you
Jim Gordon: Hey everyone I brought an extremely competent detective to help out on our cases.
GCPD:Ok cool where are they
Gordon: *gestures behind him*
Bruce:
GCPD:what the FUCK is that
Gordon: Just…just trust me on this.
Gordon: If you notice his ears and teeth starting to get longer, give him some cheese. Provolone will relax him but sharp cheddar will completely subdue him, so be careful. I sent a spreadsheet in the weekly newsletter.
“Avoid giving him sliced cheese, it’ll only confuse him”
Batman:RR episode 1 part 2 The first meeting of Jason Todd and Batman. A street kid is caught stealing wheels from the Bat-mobile. Batman decides to take him in to care for him when he finds the boy is wounded.
So we all agree that Alfred is the only one in the family with a functioning brain right? So imagine the batkids do something completely over the top unnecessary and RECKLESS like swing off a chandelier (Master Dick get down from there or your neck will be the least of your concerns!), take the Batmobile for a joyride (Master Jason get out of that car or so help me I will turn it around myself!), jump off a LexCorp building holding a giant sign saying (Wayne tech - sponsored by RED ROBIN) for the #aesthetic (Master Tim return to the manor at once or I will serve your hard drives to Master Titus), successfully attempt a pirouette on the banister (Miss Cassandra until you return to the ground there will be no cookies!), or throw a sword at the brother who still hasn’t gotten down from the chandelier even as a full-grown man (Alfred isn’t even mad about this one - he’s just disappointed that Master Damian HAD to aim a scabbard at the only diamond chandelier in the entire manor) and Bruce is just… impressed and equal parts surprised.
How does an 8 year old backflip off a stairwell almost 4 feet across onto a chandelier and somehow manage to not break it? Or parallel park a weaponized car or piss off LexCorp WHILE promoting his company or stay on balance on a banister 12 feet off the ground or aim a sword with that accuracy? He knows he should be disappointed but he’s just so PROUD that his kids pulled off something he could probably never do. Do lectures in the family are always like “And Master Dick what have we learnt today” “…don’t do a super awesome stunt in front of Alfred?” And Alfred gives Bruce The Glare like “your children are fools” and Bruce is like trying to be responsible “What you did was incredibly reckless…that being said, how did you manage to do it? (Strictly for training purposes, of course) And Alfred is all “MASTER BRUCE” And Bruce clears his throat nervously “yes no more dangerous stunts in the household - while Alfred’s looking”
Everyone in the house (except Alfred) is forced to clean the manor when this happens. With the exception of Bruce who will clean the Batcave, Batmobile and read the new series of parenting books Alfred picks up. Bruce makes sure to save all the footage of their shenanigans over the years in a special folder in the Batcomputer (only for their training of course) which Oracle, Spoiler and The Signal have a field day watching.
TL;DR: Alfred tries to be the responsible parent to the batkids when they do something stupid - Bruce is too impressed to be upset.
When Bruce adopted Dick, everyone who knew of him through business or some fancy event would probably tell Dick when they first meet him “how lucky you are!” and “Bruce has such a good heart!” but to a freshly orphaned 9 year old who still very much misses the circus it sounded like he was being told to be fortunate of the circumstances that took him away from his home. Bruce understands this but he doesn’t want to directly confront Dick so the next time some mayor says “you’re so lucky to be living with him” without missing a beat Bruce goes “oh ABSOLUTELY, “ and goes on and on about how lucky he is that he shares the same roof as the WORLD-CLASS CHILD ACROBAT FROM HALY’S CIRCUS and how just last week Dick did a perfect double backflip and how he’s NEVER seen something like it and the mayor just awkwardly sidles out of the conversation and Dick is too dumbfounded by the whole exchange to remind Bruce that “it was just a single backflip actually” and “you’re the BATMAN you’ve done so much cooler stuff!” but Bruce does this for the rest of the evening and Dick finally asks him if he really meant all that and putting a hand on his ward’s shoulder, Bruce tells him “every word.” And Dick’s tiny smile was an indicator that maybe, just maybe, Alfred was right and that he wasn’t all that bad at the whole foster parent thing.
