Batman: Alfred, I was totally fine before Dick came into my life.
Alfred: With all due respect, Master Bruce, you were a dumpster fire.
Batman: Alfred, I was totally fine before Dick came into my life.
Alfred: With all due respect, Master Bruce, you were a dumpster fire.
While on patrol…
Batman [on the Comm Link]: Tim, what’s your status?
Red Robin: Scared, anxious, worried.
When your adoptive son gets insecure…
Bruce: Dick, I wasn’t prepared to raise a kid like you. There’s no manual on how to raise a child who just lost both his parents. If there were, I would have read it a hundred times, cover-to-cover, because I loved you from the moment you stepped into the Manor. I just didn’t know how to show you.
… So you just encouraged him to fight crime alongside you? (Also, be careful, Batman. Declarations of love to Nightwing earn you the biggest tackle-hugs.)
If there was a manual there would’ve been no batman because Alfred would’ve read that FUCKING BOOK FOR INSIGHT
And Alfred’s like, “Fret not, Master Bruce. I wrote one as you were growing up”, then drops a six-inch-thick journal by the Batcomputer. A second volume includes his time with Dick, Jason, and Tim, and a third (and special) one, with Damian.
Damian: Grayson, I owe you my life, my riches, my firstborn.
Dick: Your pets?
Damian: Not them.
Jason: Hey, remember your disgusting habit?
Roy: Which one? I’m going to need you to elaborate.
When you’re in the middle of a mission and your little brother tells you to shut up (or else)…
Red Robin: Robin, I don’t think muttering calculations makes me less efficient.
When Batman tells you to re-evaluate your life decisions and keep an open mind…
Red Hood: My mind is so open that a lot of bad thoughts are coming in!
When your adoptive son gets insecure…
Bruce: Dick, I wasn’t prepared to raise a kid like you. There’s no manual on how to raise a child who just lost both his parents. If there were, I would have read it a hundred times, cover-to-cover, because I loved you from the moment you stepped into the Manor. I just didn’t know how to show you.
… So you just encouraged him to fight crime alongside you? (Also, be careful, Batman. Declarations of love to Nightwing earn you the biggest tackle-hugs.)
When you’re at a comic book store and all a teeny four-year-old (?) boy seems to recognize is “Batman!”. (And some Spiderman, too.)
Yes, sweetheart. That’s Batman. And Batman is a poppa who loves him some babies. So, watch out.
Reblog with who you get stuck with~
Brooding Batman. Woohoo!
(Oh, sorry. Was “Brooding Batman” redundant?)