Bruce lowered the duffel from his shoulder and slide his arms under his son. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”
It was like picking up a broken toy, Damian letting out a high-pitched whine as he was lifted into the air. It was the most childish sound he had ever made, and Bruce smiled as he slung the boy up against his chest.
“‘m not a baby,” Damian protested.
“No, but you’re my baby,” Bruce murmured as he planted a kiss in Damian’s hair.
They’re on patrol :)
me, myself, and I
THIS HAS ABSOLUTELY MADE MY FUCKING DAY
BRO WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE HES ABOUT TO BURST INTO TEARS 😭😭😭
Alfred, stitching up Bruce: and what do we think you perhaps should have done differently, master Bruce?
Bruce, delirious: I think I should have died with my parents
Bruce @ the fam when they're about to have a normal guest over at the Manor for the first time in literal years:
— the early years. i’ve forgotten if…
…they were good for you, weren’t they?
— the best
Good job Krypto😂😂
I imagine alfred combed all the robins' hair in the middle section since they were kids (and they're still doing it) only damian's the only one who's been able to escape this fate
bat-shenanigans
they’re the hero’s gothem deserves…?? maybe??
Jason. 29. Big Gay. Love DC
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