I feel like Gotham’s paparazzi and gossip columnists just have a field day whenever the whole Wayne family attends an event because they will all be like color coordinated and spiffy and Bruce tries to herd his children towards where they’re supposed to go but one always gets out of line and he has to chase them down and be like ‘dammit why didn’t I bring the child leash’. Or even when they go out shopping or something and Damian gets tired and Bruce will like carry him or hold his hand to cross the street.
Title: Justified Characters: Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne, Alfred the cat A/N: Damian strikes me as the type to spoil the shit out of his pets, especially when injured, and thinking it’s perfectly logical/normal. This is just a story about him justifying their day out shopping for the animals and why it isn’t weird at all. They went straight from the vet to the shops, and Alfred has a cone of shame. He hates it, and probably thinks it is proper punishment for his boy to have to carry him around. Not that Damian minds of course. Bruce secretly thinks it’s all incredibly cute and that his son’s pets are ridiculously stupid. This is super lame and I’m not sorry at all.
Whenever he's away, Jason calls Bruce every night to check in and all that. One time he passes out on his bed ("Hello Bed") before he can call, and is woken up by Batdad running in batarangs-a-blazing ready to kick ass
Oh my goodness! All I see is Batman freaking the hell out, wondering where in fucks name is his son and what has happened and he comes in and he’s asleep.
But what if Jason didn’t wake up and Batman is all fire up but instead sees a sleeping boy in bed. Bruce lets his guard down and tucks him in, rekindling some kind of father/son bond with him.
Don’t talk like one of them. You’re not! Even if you’d like to be. To them, you’re just a freak, like me! They need you right now, but when they don’t, they’ll cast you out, like a leper! You see, their morals, their code, it’s a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They’re only as good as the world allows them to be. I’ll show you. When the chips are down, these… these civilized people, they’ll eat each other. See, I’m not a monster. I’m just ahead of the curve.