The Family of Bats (DRABBLES)

Daddy

The many times everyone has called Batman (Bruce Wayne) Daddy.

"Daddy?" A young Richard Grayson looked up at Bruce.

Dick was newly adopted by Bruce, just four months ago.

Richard rubbed his tired eyes.

"What is it, Robin?" Batman asked.

They were currently out on patrol.

"Sweepy." Robin yawned.

Batman gave a small smile and picked Dick up.

He carefully grappled to the alley that held the Batmobile.

Bruce opened the Batmobile up and put Richard in the front seat.

He buckled Richard in then tucked a spare blanket around him.

"I'll be back soon, little one." Batman whispered.

He kissed the top of Robin's head before shutting and locking the Batmobile.

Bruce needed to wait for the police to get to the crime scene before he could leave with Robin.

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"FUCK YOU!" Jason screamed, shooting his two guns at Batman.

Bruce dodged all the bullets.

They were currently on a rooftop, fighting.

"Jason! Just listen!" Batman said.

"No! I'm tired of listening! You're going to listen now! Either finish him or me!" Jason yelled.

They were now close combat fighting, hand-to-hand.

"Jason, listen to yourself. You have to stop this!" Bruce yelled.

"I AM! Kill him or ME!" Jason screamed, insanity clear in his eyes.

"Jason, I can't!" Bruce yelled.

"What can't you do? You can't hurt him like he hurt me?!" Jason screamed.

"I can hurt him, but I can't kill him. I can't hurt him in the way he hurt you." Bruce said.

"Why not? I thought you cared. He hurt me, Bruce! He hurt me." Jason whispered in an anguished voice.

"I know he did. I know. Gosh, I know how bad I was. But Jason, Jay-bear, listen to me. You're here and alive. I know he hurt you, but I can't kill him. No matter how much I want to, I can't, Jay." Bruce said.

"He hurt me though." Jason said.

"I know. I know he did. But you don't have to be like him. Jason, you can come home. You can come back." Bruce said.

Jason looked Bruce dead in the eyes.

"Daddy!" Jason cried, tears finally falling.

Bruce ran forward and gathered Jason in his arms.

"I got you. Daddy's got you." Bruce held him close, kissing the side of his head, "Daddy's got you Jay-bear."

Jason cried again for the first time in years.

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Tim's head fell down before it popped back up quickly.

This happened several times.

"Tim, bed time." Bruce said, coming over to the Batcomputer's chair were Tim was at.

"No. I'm fine." Tim mumbled.

Bruce gave a small chuckle.

"Come on Tim, you need to get to bed." Bruce said with a smile.

Tim moaned before getting up, "'Kay, Daddy."

Bruce stopped before looking at Tim.

Tim, however, walked sleepily to the stairs.

Bruce shook his head before scooping Tim up into his arms.

Tim instinctively wrapped his arms around Bruce's neck.

Bruce took Tim up to his bed and tucked him in.

Tim was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

"Goodnight, Timmy." Bruce kissed Tim's head.

Tim smiled before curling up some more around his stuffed animal.

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Damian was laying on his bed, in a curled up position with his arms wrapped around his legs and his face in his knees.

If anyone asked, he was NOT crying.

"Hey there, buddy." Bruce said as he came in and sat by Damian.

Bruce patted Damian's back.

"I don't understand." Damian said.

"I know. But, it's nothing you did." Bruce said.

"Why are they so mean?" Damian asked.

"They're afraid of what they don't understand. Just because you're different Damian doesn't mean that you're bad." Bruce said.

"They hate me." Damian muttered.

"Well, you know what they say, 'If you don't have haters, you're not doing something right.'" Bruce joked.

"Daddy, your sense of humor is horrid!" Damian laughed a bit.

Bruce stared in shock at Damian.

"I-I-I mean-" Damian stuttered.

"It's fine. Son." Bruce hugged Damian.

Damian sat stiff, in shock, until he came out of it and hugged Bruce back. 

He'd be fine.