“so What’s Your Favorite Batfam Trope?”

imma say this and then i’m gone ….

BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL.

Jason and Bruce had an intense fight, which somehow led to an even more intense heart-to-heart

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Jason: … *feeling awkward since he spilled his guts on how Willis still affects him*

Bruce: … *wringing his hands* I called Alfred Dad once… when I was younger…

Jason: *turns to Bruce* ?

Jason: I mean… yeah? Isn’t he basically your Dad and everything?

Bruce: *chuckles softly* Yeah, now. But definitely not back then.

Bruce: He got so… *closes eyes as he searches for the word* mad at me.

Jason: *in disbelief* Mad??? He got mad??

Bruce: Maybe that’s not the right word, but that's what it felt like. He wouldn’t talk to me for two weeks. And even after, he was… distant.

Jason: That’s so fucking cruel! Why would Alfred…? *Jason scowls but relaxes slightly as Bruce throws an arm over his shoulder and snuggles with him*

Bruce: I wasn’t allowed to go outside yet. It was still too fresh from my parents' death, and being swarmed by the media would be… bad. I was stuck alone in the manor with the only person I could talk to giving me the worst silent treatment of my life.

Bruce: Honestly, some of the things I had to go through in my childhood... I don't know why Alfred did the things that he did, or why I had to go through it. But... it happened.

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Bruce can feel Jason get angry before he can see or hear it. He can feel how his son’s body tenses up, as if he were moments away from jumping off the couch and storming the manor to search for the old butler.

Bruce squeezed him closer and ran his fingers through Jason’s hair, wincing as he snagged a few unbrushed knots in the tangled mess.

“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Bruce murmured, unable to suppress the small smile that crept up on his face from the grunt Jason let out, incredibly reminiscent of when Jason was barely up to his waist.

“It’s not,” Jason argued, turning slightly and pushing his face into the crook of Bruce’s neck. “It’s not. Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you tell me?”

Bruce knows that Jason doesn’t mean the questions to sound like accusations, but he winces at the tone anyway. None of his kids can handle being left out of information, even if Bruce deemed it unimportant, like his history with Alfred.

“Alfred was put in a very… difficult position,” Bruce said slowly, tugging gently on one of Jason’s curls. “I’m surprised he kept me. I’m not the easiest person to take care of. You know how I am.”

“That shouldn’t matter if you’re a child.” Jason snapped. “It didn’t matter for you when it was me!” Jason huffed, then paused. “Right? It didn’t matter, did it?”

“I’d go back a trillion and one times to take care of you over and over again. You and all of your siblings.” Bruce chuckled. “But… I wanted you. Wanted all of you. I had a choice. I… I took that away from Alfred.”

Jason grimaces and squeezes Bruce’s hand, pulling his Dad away from the dark thoughts he was bound to fall into.

“Alfred was forced to take care of a traumatized problem child when he only signed up to be a butler. He most likely figured that my parents would shift my custody over to another branch of the family if it came down to it.” Bruce’s fingers twitched with the urge to scratch at his skin, give him something to control, unlike his emotions. “He wasn’t prepared. Who would want to take care of their dead employers' child?”

“But-“

“Alfred is only human, Jay, even if he acts like he’s not,” Bruce said firmly, tilting Jason’s head so he could look into his son’s beautiful green eyes, filled with the determination and need to defend his Dad. “I forgive him. For every mistake that he’s ever made. For all the mistakes he will continue to make. I… I love him, nothing will change that.”

Jason was silent, staring off into the distance as Bruce continued to play with his hair. He turned over what Bruce said in his mind. He could tell that Bruce still hadn’t told him everything, and maybe he never would.

“I forgive you, too.”

“You don’t have to.”

“… yeah. I know.”

In which Jason is reconnecting with the bats and is forced to go to mandatory bonding sessions every week with each bat, one on one. Things like Dick forcing them to learn stunts, Damian dragging him to art lessons, just them making him do what they find interesting.

Then he reaches Tim’s day, and they meet at like a coffee place or something, and he's just kind of like:

Jason, awkwardly: "Soo, what do you like?"

Tim, just as awkward: "Uh, I listen to music a lot.."

Jason: "Yeah, same. I love Pierce the Ve-"

Tim: "P-Pierce the Veil? I LOVE Pierce the Veil!"

So, they initially create a Spotify playlist together, chill while listening to or talking about music and bands. They eventually decide to take guitar lessons together. Tim on lead guitar and Jason on chords, because his hands are too fucked up to have his fingers move that quickly with that much precision.

They start learning how to play their favorite songs and make a YouTube channel, posting covers of Pierce the Veil, Set It Off, Get Scared, occasionally Lorna Shore and Escape the Fate, etc.

They start to gain a steady stream of fans and start writing their own music to post, all on their set bonding day. Jason even starts cancelling other bats’ days to hang out with Tim to write music and fuck around at skate parks or something. They get gigs and whatever and have tons of fun.

The bats don't know about all this until they're sent a random location and time without explanation in the group chat. They gear up for a steak out or patrol or ambush or something and walk into this raggedy club about 10 minutes after the time to surveillance their surroundings.

They walk in to see Tim and Jason jumping around on stage in their punk outfits and spiked hair like a bunch of lunatics, Roy on drums behind them and they're screaming their hearts out while a mosh pit forms in the crowd.

They are very jealous that Tim has had such a great outcome from his set bonding day and try to create the same results. They do not try to connect with Jason’s interests, and instead push him more into their activities.

Jason does not like this, and ends up cancelling his bonding days. He and Tim get a shitty apartment together and rent out a studio for their music, and Tim is declared Jason’s favorite bat.

The others (mainly Dick) wallow in sadness at every Instagram post or dumb TikTok they make, and Tim and Jason are just having the time of their lives.

lmao what if

tim: hey bruce i need to tell you something

bruce, already having a migraine: ...yes?

tim, fucking vibrating out of nervousness: dad i'm gay

bruce, face going completely blank:

tim, already making a plan to establish a vigilante identity separated from the bats and to move to costa rica:

bruce, inhaling rapidly with tears in his eyes: hello gay, i'm dad.

Mute B-127 AU: The Aftermath part 5 (TW: Gore, panic attack)

Part 10 of the "Mute B-127 AU" comic series!

I told myself I'd try to spend less time drawing every single panel. You might have guessed it did not work out XD Once again, thank you so much for your patience <3

Finally, a Bee focused update! I do apologise, he's NOT getting any comfort in a while :< We're getting close to a two-part "episode" that I'm very excited about. Hopefully I can draw it as I imagine

First >> Prev >> Next (around 18th of April)

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Notes:

If it's not clear - Bee saw his own reflection in the metal surface of the wall. It's the first time he's seen his own face, and on top of that he must have gotten terrible flashbacks to Sentinel and the assault. Ratchet really shouldn't have left him alone.

This update is happening right before the previous one, in which Bee stumbles into Elita-1. Optimus and Ratchet are still talking, somewhere else.

And finally, a little more explanation about the injury - Bee's neck got terribly damaged by Sentinel. He subconsciously put his mask on right after that, I assume the whole mechanism was destroyed and took off a part of his faceplate with it. Even before Ratchet could help him he was already grabbing at his injuries. In the IDW comics there is something about a rust disease? Hence the idea his face could have gotten infected, if not taken care of immediately. Ratchet had to pry his faceplate open, repaired the injuries and the mask itself, and let Bee put it on again, for protection.

Did I plan this from the beginning? ....................................*cough*

Bruce, who has a problem expressing emotions because he was teased for them in school as the "crazy Wayne kid"

Bruce, who used to clutch Alfred at night and wet himself due to his nightmares.

Bruce, who got flashbacks till his mid-twenties everytime he walked down an alley.

Bruce, who would hug a weeping Dick Grayson and stay with him until the night terrors were over, humming a soft lullaby that Bruce's mother sang for him

Bruce, who hardened his mouth and his life to keep the anger in check after Jason, because he knew if he didn't every criminal would pay.

Bruce, who sees Damian chopping up shrubbery and thinks "I was far worse as a child inside, it's a good thing he's letting it out"

Bruce, who can't walk by a homeless child in the street without calling his special Wayne Foundation liaison (who he keeps on speed dial) and asking her to find "one more spot"

Bruce, who sees Selina petting kittens and robbing the rich and thinks "if I could have had a life with her, that would have been nice"

Bruce, who looks at Cass' x-rays and sees her knit bones and swears to god he will break the bones of whoever's responsible for her upbringing

Bruce, who gives Tim projects that he himself can do faster because he sees attention-starved Tim trying to please him

Bruce, who looks at Clark smiling and thinks of what he can buy for his birthday to make him smile just like that.

Bruce to his parents in their graves after not being able to catch a criminal: I'm sorry. I've failed you. I'll try harder.

People who don't know Bruce: why is that man so unfeeling.

Bad DC writers: idk just that way i guess

posting it here because there's no chance anyone in my family would ever see it: this is how my brother's 13-year-old child decided to announce something to me

Dick remembered a word to say when people are yelling!! man, I wonder where he learned that...

He does get very upset when he learns it's bad to say,, Bruce isn't mad of course he thinks it's hilarious