bruce-springseen

What the Batfamily members smell like

Bruce: Sweat, leather, expensive cologne, that dry scent that tells you he’s carrying money in his pockets, scotch, envelopes. he likes to wear the best colognes because he has an image to keep, but when it’s just him he smells the way a father would smell. the batmobile smells like him so when he was dead his kids would sit in the car and just breathe it in so they’d never forget what he smelled like 

Dick: Fresh linen, fancy soaps Alfred bought for him, cereal, green apples, new car smell, hair gel, cheap wine, aftershave. he smells like one of those guys who wears ten different colognes to impress women, though in Dick’s case most of the time it’s just the way he naturally smells and it’s intoxicating 

Barbara: Lemons, cotton, honeysuckle, that familiar smell all computers seem to have, glossy magazines. she just smells really comforting and familiar, like that feeling you get when you hug your mom 

Jason: Cigarettes, sweat, gunpowder, leather jackets, the familiar alleys of Gotham City, freshly baked bread, buttery popcorn, dusty old books, cheap cologne. he’s got a very musky scent, but there are so many different aromas going on at the same time that he smells like an odd mix of all of them 

Cass: Jasmine shampoo, pine trees, the occasional faint scent of blood, the rubbery smell of bandages, cut flowers, scented candles, hot chocolate. she doesn’t wear perfume so she smells very natural 

Tim: Coffee grounds, printer ink, new book smell, the earthy scent of rain on hot pavement, sharpies. he smells very homey. he doesn’t usually wear cologne, but he smells just as appealing as Dick does without even trying. when you hug him you just want to stay in his arms and inhale his comforting scent as long as you can 

Stephanie: Cinnamon, strawberry shampoo, sugary perfume, coca-cola lip smackers, maple syrup, a warm sea breeze. she sprays on ten different perfumes at a time, so when people smell her they’re captivated by how many different aromas are going on at once. when you smell her it’s so inviting it just makes you want to be around her forever 

Damian: Batcow’s stables, butterscotch candies, the steel blade of his katana, paint from his artwork, pastel crayons, the earthy aroma of freshly dug soil. he always smells like Alfred’s garden, like dirt and green leaves and fresh vegetables. there’s always the slightest whiff of gingerbread too 

Bruce occasionally has nightmares about his kids dying. So it doesn’t matter what his relationship with the bat kid in question is, he will take a burner phone he keeps hidden in his room and call the kid. Once answered he would hang up. That’s all Bruce needed most of the time. Speaking clearly? Check. Breathing? Check. Sometimes he would physically go check on the kid if he was near by (Neighboring cities counted). Bruce just needed to make sure his kid was breathing.

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Head Canon

Dick: Alright everyone, it’s Easter and on Easter we dye the eggs.

Jason: Aren’t the eggs already dead?

Tim: Dye as in D-Y-E you idiot. You color the eggs. Not D-I-E. Why do you have to associate everything with death? We get it you died. Move on!

Jason: I’d like to see you D-Y-E and try to move on.

Tim: It’s D-I-E!

Duke: Guys.

Jason: Stop trying to mess with my head Drake! It’s D-Y-E.

Duke: Guys seriously.

Tim: No you idiot it's​ D-I-E!

Duke: Can we just dye the eggs?

Jason: Like I said, the eggs

are already D-Y-E-D.

Tim: *runs a hand down his face*

Damian: *rushes into the kitchen* I just heard someone say die! Who do I need to kill?!

Jason: Go to bed.

Damian: Excuse me?

Tim: Or you could just…

*glares at Jason* D-I-E.

Jason: It’s D-Y-E.

Damian: …

Dick: *sitting on a stool in a shady corner* I just wanted us to have a nice Easter tradition. That’s all I was asking for.

Duke: *panicking slightly leans out of the kitchen doorway* Alfred!

BatChat

Summary: Bruce gets caught talking to himself by a curious Dick Grayson

Rating:Gen

Words:890


Bruce Wayne had learned to ignore many things in the few years since he’d become Batman. Initial irrigations had even turned to comforting reminders. The chill of the cave was a welcome shock that helped his brain transition from Bruce to vigilante. The long drive from the manor to Gotham proper had turned into a time to plan instead of wasted minutes. And the bats. Chattering. Flapping. Swooping when he was least expecting them. They’d become a welcome presence alongside him. Their noise the background to his work. Their rare visible presence a constant reminder of vigilance.

He had never considered them as companions to speak to. They were only bats, after all.

They had never answered his muttered musings to himself or offered up answers to questions not sent their way. His hushed tone had grown over time to conversational, as he worked out plans, walked mentally through crime scenes, and picked apart toxins. They were much like walls in the way that they soaked up his words and kept them tightly as their own.

He was sure that things would have gone along that way for years longer if a small, ever-curious boy had not entered his life. Dick was always asking questions. Most of which Bruce had ready answers for. Their subjects those that (most of the time) were enriching to his young ward’s mind.

It had been years since Bruce had to curtail his habits to anyone other than Alfred. He’d developed a public persona with strict rules and guidelines for when he was at Wayne Enterprises or public events, and the hours he put in as Batman were done as a man far removed from the man he was in the sun. His home self, the man who was neither smile nor mask was free of those restrictions. Free to frown, and rub his forehead, to be frustrated or pleasantly amused by the misplacing of his favorite book, and yes he was free to talk to himself.

“If I clip that wire, and solder it here the whole thing will run a lot faster.” He said, his hands already angling the wire clipper towards the blue line. “Then if I just–”

“Hey B. Who’re ya talking to?”

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