#battinson is not at all ready to parent

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Okay so yes Battinson should get a Robin but hear me out- what if the next movie he starts out getting Cass instead.

Like, in this dark gritty edgy boi Gotham, an ex-assassin would fit a lot better than a circus brat (Dick Grayson) would originally, and Cass would be skilled enough I could reasonably see a reason Battinson would let her help him. Her backstory isn’t particularly linked to any other Batkids like Tim or Duke (both heavily rely on the previous existence of Robin), and like I said, she fits the general tone better so there’s less of an abrupt jump between movies. At the same time though, she’s still a kid - a very traumatized one yes, but a young girl. You can probably have scenes of her braiding Battinson’s hair or doing stupid tricks once she gets a bit more comfortable being treated like, well, a person, to make the tone a bit less um... not-Robin-y? so there can be a greater focus on Robin next movie without it seeming out of place.

Plus, Cass would really vibe with Battinson. Like, he’s a pathetic rat man who probably hides under his bed covers eating shredded cheese after having to look at a person for one (1) second. He doesn’t like talking, neither does she. No eye contact? Ay, this assassin child gets you! Plus, Cass is a link to the League of Assassins, which could give Battinson a connection to Talia al Ghul or at least establish them as a threat to foreshadow Damian.

Cass still fits with The Batman movie’s themes about orphans and helping those who have nothing. Cass was homeless for a number of years, underwent extreme parental abuse, and you could probably add in themes of racism given she’s Chinese. Since TB had a focus on systemic issues and how they make broken children, Cass would be a cool way to see that. Not as clearly as mob violence and Dick or poverty and Jason, per se, but still.

So we get Cass, we get them bonding, and we get Battinson gradually learning how to be open as Bruce and not just a stinky rat hermit. We can also connect this to him dealing with the corruption in his own legacy as Bruce Wayne, the civilian, and not just Batman, and him starting philanthropy and stuff. We also get this small assassin child coming out of her shell and being adorable, and we could probably get more of a focus on Cass (she tends not to get as much).

And then at the end, Bruce holds up two tickets for Cass to see - Haly’s Circus. When she looks at him curiously, he recalls back to when Alfred mentioned he used to be affiliated with a circus and Cass had said she’d never gone to one. He’s taking her to one now, if she wants, but if not that’s okay there’s still some cheese in the freezer if she-

Cass giggles and they go, sitting amongst spectators, ready to relax and watch the show and not be on high alert, for once.

The trapeeze act. They both see it seconds before it happens, but it’s too late anyway, because the movie ends with their horrified faces as the Flying Grayson’s hit the ground, with a last shot of a small boy’s face from on top of the platform, looking down at their dead bodies, whispering “...Mom? Dad?”

End.

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[emo-batboy]

Somewhere out there in the DC multiverse, there’s a world where Battinson’s parents didn’t die, and he became the Lance Stroll of Formula One racing. Wayne Enterprises has an F1 team, Thomas brought Bruce to races when he was young, they indulged his love of cars until he was winning kart races at 8. He BEGGED to help design the race cars, ended up making a great car, and now Wayne has turned from a midfield team to nearly top three.

You’d think everyone hates Bruce because he’s a nepo baby, but he’s just so nice and smiley (like Lance lol) that everyone loves him anyway. His dad is the team’s chairman and pretty hands-on just like Lawrence Stroll. Fans call Bruce the F1 Princess as a joke since he’s already the Prince of Gotham, but then it sticks, and now everyone makes edits of him with tiaras on every time he makes it to the podium. He doesn’t get it, but he’s not going to complain either. His fans are just silly. (He blushes so much when anyone calls him princess to his face, though. Fight me.)

Bruce still insists on everything being black because it’s his favorite color. It was already mostly black before he joined, but now it’s even blacker. His suit is all black. The car is all black. The helmet is all black. He loves it. He looks just like the dark, regal old money rich boy you’d imagine until he’s smiling and talking about racing. (Imagine a meme with two cars next to each other, one being WE’s. It says: “Bruce’s Car v. Bruce’s Personality.” The other one is covered in glitter obv.) One time, a little girl gives him a tiara that she painted black herself and asks him to wear it if he wins. (He does win. He puts it on at the podium. He’s embarrassed the entire time. The champagne rubs some of the black away. It’s a treasured memory and sits right on top in his trophy case.)

His fellow drivers call him Brucie to tease him. He’s a bit awkward during interviews, but that just makes him endearing. He’s also tall for an F1 driver (nepo baby core) so there’s always jokes about him towering over everyone. One time, he came second to Lewis Hamilton, but you could still see he was visibly standing taller on the podium, and people would not stop making jokes about it. (It was mostly his hair, but you know how Twitter is.) Speaking of hair, it will NOT stay flat. He looks insane every time he takes his helmet off. He could be sweating for hours in there but when he takes the thing off, he looks like he’s through in a tornado. (Again, memes.) He knows so much about car mechanics, even for a driver, and will regularly start talking to other drivers or the press about the tiniest of parts in the engine or break system, unaware that everyone is completely lost. (Also memes about that.)

When he’s 23, he suffers a pretty bad crash. It knocks him out for about twenty seconds, and his mom and dad are ready to pull him completely from the sport, but he refuses to stop, and despite missing a few races to recover—his dad’s still a doctor—he ends up winning the next race and gets to stay.

During his F1 career, it’s pretty much guaranteed that he’ll get fastest laps, but he only gets podium like 40–50% of the time. There’s always drama that apparently Wayne Enterprises is trying to become top three, but they insist that they’re not as competitive. They will always have respect for every team, and it shows. They never join in on protests. They always wish the other teams luck, and they genuinely congratulate the winners. Bruce is always the first to hug the winner :)

Before Bruce joined, the Wayne team was always a midfield team, and they were perfectly comfortable with it. WE had good-looking cars, they designed good-looking cars, and they sold good-looking cars, and F1 was just a way of promoting that. Thomas loved watching the races, and he was happy to see them get podium a few times per season, and that was it.

Until Bruce became their lead driver, and he wanted to really earn his seat, and he wanted to get podium, and he wanted to design a faster car, and he wanted to win, and Thomas Wayne couldn’t say no to his son, and suddenly Wayne Enterprises was inching closer and closer to the front of the grid. Now, they’re still not The Best, but they’re a team that future drivers look up to.

During a season of DTS, Bruce is 27. Netflix films the Wayne episode when there’s a fatal crash in F2, and Bruce was nearby when it happened. He ends up crying on camera for ten minutes. They had to cut almost all of it, but we get the most gut-wrenching confessional about how after he heard the news, in that moment, he didn’t want to be an F1 driver. He admits that if he hadn’t become a driver, he was going to become a doctor like his father, and he wonders if he could have saved the driver’s life if he did that instead. “What am I really doing if I can’t help others? I could have been anything…Maybe being a driver was selfish. Maybe I don’t belong on the track anymore.”

He’s visibly distraught during the moment of silence on the day of the race, but Bruce decided to continue because he wants to make the fans and spectators happy. (That’s his job, anyway. That’s what he does.) Despite getting pole position the previous day, he doesn’t get fastest lap or make it to the podium, but he still gets fourth. He has a long talk with his father away from cameras and calls his mom. The future’s uncertain for a few days until Bruce comes back to training. To finish the episode, he says he’s going to continue driving, even if he might need a bit of time to get his confidence back, and he pledges to one day make the safest F1 car ever seen. Even if it’s part of the risk of being a driver, he doesn’t want to see any more drivers losing their lives to the sport they love.

When he’s around 35 or 40, he retires from Formula One so he can inherit Wayne Enterprises, and he takes his father’s place as chairman of the team. Since he has the time now, he holds up on his promise to make an even safer car—the designs inspiring safer car designs for other teams as well—and they pick out two incredible drivers who end up finally (FINALLY) moving Wayne Enterprises into one of the top three teams. They win the world championship twice in a row before falling back a bit and only winning it every couple of years, but they’re nonetheless fierce competitors. Bruce still has a ton of kids, some of which like F1 just like he does, but he is the only Wayne to become a Formula One driver.

I just think Battinson would love driving for F1 :)

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[tinkerbelle05]

Okay but imagine Battinson driving to Kansa for a Batman case and then he just gets lost. Like yea, he traveled for years for training and all but he was mainly focused on the training aspect, not sightseeing. And to make matters worst (because if something can go wrong, with Bruce it most certainly will) he has a busted tire with no tools in sight to fix it.

“Um, excuse me, sir?” Bruce heard a young boy’s voice call out to him. It was two of them, they looked like carbon copies of each other so they must be siblings. Though to Bruce, they looked more like the time laps of a boy who hit a punk phase in his teen years.

This wasn’t exactly a busy street and in his 2 hours of being stuck here, Bruce had only seen 2 cars pass by. He wondered where these kids came from.

He puts on the “Brucie” mask and grinned, “Hello, is there anything you need fellas?”

He knew that Brucie Wayne was widely known throughout the US. He cannot let down his guard and let his cover blow, even if it’s just children who realistically probably had no interest in socialites from a different state.

The light of recognition and surprised hits the older boy's face and he exclaimed, “Your Bruce Wayne?!”

Knew it.

“Yes, I am. And what are y’all’s names?” He made sure to keep his voice light and his smile friendly and open.

“Um..that’s my brother, Jon, and my name’s Conner.” He stammered out. “We noticed that you weren’t moving and wanted to help.”

That was rather nice of the two boys but incredibly naive and unsafe. This could’ve easily been a ruse to lure in unsuspecting people who are too kind. But maybe that’s just the Gothamite in him speaking, you learn early on not to trust strangers, especially those who are being nice to you.

“Yea!” Jon excitedly confirmed and he looked over at Bruce’s car. “It seems like the front tire is busted. Conner can patch it up, he’s pretty good at this kinda stuff.”

It was Bruce’s turn to be surprised now. The boys were both now beaming at him, eager, and the desire to help written clearly on both of their faces. Even though Conner, did not look at all confident in his skills. But Bruce did need the help so he nodded.

While Conner was busy looking over the tire, Jon stayed behind to ask Bruce some questions. Some were getting pretty weird and into the dating part of his life. The boy would ask, “Are you single, sir?”

And before Bruce had the chance to answer, he’d give him another one and another one. He caught all of them of course and was getting ready to deflect. But then he saw the puppy smile and the little dimples. He wondered if the boy’s parents had this much trouble saying no to him.

He caved and answered yes to all of the questions but honestly, he never considered dating an option. He had many roles to fill and even more, secrets to keep that having a romantic partner seemed too out of reach for him to even entertain things like types or preferences.

“Would you date a divorced person with kids?” Jon asked with slight hope in his blue eyes. That was a rather odd and specific question.

What would Brucie say in this situation? What would Bruce say? Well, he had multiple kids at home so refusing someone else for having their own would be strange of him. “No, I would not mind.”

“That’s great,” came his reply.

“Um, Mr. Wayne, you wouldn’t mind if I called my Pa then? The tire needs to be replaced and he’s better than me when it comes to that part. I would also hate to accidentally mess up your car.” Conner told him and Bruce nodded once again.

A few moments later as Bruce and the boys converse in small talk, he saw a vibrant red pickup pulled up beside them and saw a god walk out. Tall and sun-kissed skin with waves of black hair and cornflower blue eyes. He was beautiful, there was nothing much to it.

“Hello there! My son called, said you needed some help with your car?”

All Bruce could do was nod and move out of the way so the man could work. He was used to feeling tongue-tied, gals he didn’t want to attend, and board meetings that could have easily been an email. But those were situations, not a singular person.

He looked up from his kneeling position-why the sun shine on him like that?- and introduced himself, “By the way, name’s Clark Kent. Let's see what we're working with here.” And then returned to his work.

Bruce nodded once again and the sounds of giggling children could be heard. They were giving their Dad encouragement.

It was much needed too, Clark looked like a fish out of water. Bruce knew how to replace the tire, he just didn't have any tools or a spare tire with him. Which was foolish of him, he knows. But he couldn't really think right now, with Clark in front of him. Plus, he didn't want to overstep Clark, maybe he had a process.

(Yes, a process that included staring at the tire and the spare he brought in his truck.)

After a very long 3 hours, Clark got the tire securely on and with no chance of falling off, as it did the last 3 times before.

Bruce cleared his throat, “Thank you, Mr. Kent.”

He flounders for a “your welcome” and then silence as they both stare at each other. “Would you like to go eat at a diner? It's rather hot so an ac and a cool drink might stop you from catching a heat stroke.”

Bruce thinks this over and nods, “Yes, that would be nice. What about your kids?”

Clark’s eyes made their way to them and before he gave an answer, Conner beat him to it.

“Oh, don't worry about us, Mr. Wayne. I got my driver’s license so I’ll drive us back home in Dad’s pickup. Let’s go, Jon.” The boy flashes his driver’s license for both men to see.

“Okay, get home safe, and re-“

“Yes, yes, we will remember to call you,” Jon says dismissively. He comes closer to give his father a hug (how cute, Bruce thinks) and whispers something.

Bruce couldn't catch what was said with Jon’s quiet voice and his head facing away. But whatever it was turned Clark into a blushing mess.

“Yes, I will. Off you go now.” Clark pushes his son into the direction of the pickup and turns to Bruce. “Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.” Bruce says getting to the car. “I’ll pay for dinner, as a thank you. This is non-negotiable, Clark.”

He chuckles, “Okay, fine. But I get to drive then. Deal?”

“Deal.”

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[devilfic]

Hii!! I love your fics! Could you write a one shot of bruce being really insecure about himself and he thinks he isn’t good enough for the reader and stuff? and the reader comforting him? Just all fluff

❝at the front steps❞

plot: eventually, the well will dry up. eventually, your patience will wear thin. eventually, you will leave him. of few things he was more certain. unfortunately, how much you loved him wasn’t one of them. pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x gn!reader. cw: angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, established relationship, negative thoughts, mild mentions of blood. words: 1.9k.

a/n: mj write a story about bruce without bringing up his parents challenge level: impossible

When it was his father’s fault, Martha would take her ‘67 Mustang for a ride through the countryside. Sometimes it was an hour, sometimes three, but when it was time to go home, she’d pull up the driveway to Wayne Manor and Thomas would be waiting on the front steps for her. Bruce would always watch, transfixed, as the two shared words in much softer voices than they’d used earlier that day, and then they’d hug and kiss and usher Bruce into the house as if nothing ever happened.

When that didn’t work, she would take to the manor garage and pop the hood on her car, looking for problems she could fix. Bruce would slip through the door and watch as she worked until her muscles ached, until her anger dissipated, and then she’d look to where he always stood and invite him to come take a look. The garage was where she could find the right words, she’d told him.

He was a lot like his mother in that way.

Granted, it had been days since he’d dropped off the face of the earth. What took his mother a mere evening took him nearly a week, and there was no you waiting on the steps of Wayne Tower because Alfred was always there to send you away. He was aware he was cruel. Alfred made sure to remind him of it when telling him to eat and sleep and that you’d left another voicemail asking if he was alright.

The first few days had been routine. You’d known him long enough to anticipate long bouts of radio silence, waiting patiently for his call when he was ready. He’d gone a few days at most before, three maybe, before stopping by your home in the dead of night to prove he was still in one piece. Even with the crud in your eyes from broken sleep, you always looked that little bit happier seeing him.

But then three days turned into five, and five days turned into six, and Bruce had sent you to voicemail enough times to clog the answering machine.

It was no wonder you were standing in the cave now—tears in your eyes—instead of facing another half-baked excuse, “I’ve been racking my brain for what I could have said or done to make you hate me, but I keep coming up empty. And Alfred... he finally cracked, told me I should come see you.” You glance over to the sound system on his desk playing a low tune, “Good to know your phone still works.”

Bruce had no car to drive off in when his parents were angry with him. As a kid, that’s all you ever wanted to do when your parents were angry with you. Run away. But he’d run (and hid) already. And now you were here, at his doorstep, speaking softly through your heartbreak, “If you want to break up, at least return my calls. Or talk to me.”

You should be angry at him. You had every right to be. He preferred you to be. You’d been together long enough to deserve that much. 

But instead, you approach him hovering under the hood of his Corvette and tuck his dangling hair behind his ear. Bruce full-body shivers. He can’t focus on his car anymore with your hand lingering so close to his skin, so he closes his eyes and imagines that he knows what to say. He can’t look at you and act rationally.

The steady drip familiar to the tunnels gave Bruce something to anchor himself to in the moment, a desperate something to help gather his thoughts. Because in truth, he wasn’t his mother. His mother knew to come back by sunset, and yet he…

When you pull your hand away, he finally looks at you.

The scar underneath your eye had only begun to heal over. He hadn’t been close enough when the skin was freshly severed, a weeping red wound that could’ve went deeper had he been just a little slower. You’d insisted it was nothing then, but in the split second it had taken for you to be hurt, he’d seen a million outcomes where you wouldn’t be standing here now. And it was all his fault.

“So that’s it,” you whisper when his eyes won’t meet your eyes, “that’s what this is about?”

He hates that he can see you going back to that moment in time. He saw you standing there every time he closed his eyes, an image of you smiling by his side one second and taken captive the next. Each time, he could only see himself reacting in slow motion. Bruce’s voice prickles around the memory, “You could’ve died.”

“But you saved me.”

“I should’ve seen it coming. I shouldn’t have even brought you there.”

“Seen what coming? Yeah, this is Gotham. It’s par for the course. I get it. But you don’t honestly think that every time we go out together, someone’s gonna hurt me, right?”

More than that. Bruce had seen every corner of this city a hundred times over, seen the same senseless violence enacted on men, women, and children alike. There were no safe bets even when you were supposed to be untouchable. He knew that better than anyone.

He didn’t just worry when you were out. He worried when you were here, some distant part of him looking through every window for a scope staring right back at him. Who lived next door to you? Who were your friends and your friends’ friends? Who was the last person to see you at night? Did you see them too?

It was unbearable. The only thing that made it easier to stomach was making sure of it himself. “I don’t want to.”

You pause. Bruce didn’t claim to know everything you thought. When you knew someone as inside and out as he did you, things were just clear. You’d thought better of your line of questioning and pivoted elsewhere, safer territory, “There’s no way you could’ve seen it coming. You’re not superhuman, Bruce.”

No. He knows better. He knows how flawed he is. Bruce is more than aware that he’s just a man.

It was hideous luck that he’d gotten to you before your assailant could do any serious damage. The knife had been so close to your throat (the same throat he laid his love upon time and time again, now haunting his mind with the thought of it split with blood). He was lucky that it’d only nicked your face, but he should’ve been faster. Had he been faster, had he not looked away for one second...

He was a just a man, and no matter what he wore and said and did to cover it all up, he was pure flesh and bone beneath. And he almost lost you because of it. “I can’t... be the man who takes you out. I can’t be spontaneous. I can’t take you on a vacation or a ride around the city. No matter where I go, they will only see me and you as an extension of me. And no matter how many nights I spend painstakingly making this city safer there will always be just one,” against his will, Bruce’s lip quivers, “just one. That’s all it will take. That’s all it took.”

“Have you ever considered that maybe I know that? That maybe I’m with you because I want to be with you?”

“You deserve better,” it’s mortifying how his voice cracks just then, all bravado laid bare for what it really was, “I’m not... I will never be a good enough man for you.”

“Bruce, you are the only reason I even feel safe in this city. Because I trust you and I believe in you, and I knew that you would save me. And if there ever were to come a day where... maybe it was just my time, know that I was so happy to love you. Know that every second I got to spend with you was worth it. Know that I chose you and I choose you everyday. Because I love you, Bruce. There is no ‘good enough’. There’s no getting better for me than you.”

He so badly wants to say that he isn’t worthy of that. He had spent so long convincing himself that the shadows were his only home, that he’d live and die there alone. He’d dug his grave as Batman, a ghost in life as in death. He’d never meant to be more than who he was the moment he chose to take up the mantle of the Bat.

And then you came into his life. You’d found his open door and slipped right in. Really, he had no reason to think you’d ever choose to stay when all his uneven parts started to unravel.

Only for you to help him put himself back together, one piece at a time.

His face easily finds your neck, nosing at your throat to breathe you in. It’d been so long since he’d last touched and smelled you that he was overcome with the need to remap the senses in his brain. “I shouldn’t have made you worry.” His voice is but a hush above the fluorescents buzzing overhead. 

“No, you shouldn’t have,” you laugh, sniffling against his shoulder, “but you can make me worry all you like as long as you come back to me at the end of the day.”

Bruce’s face fits into the cup of your palms, cheeks twitching up with a bewildered laugh, “So you do want me to make you worry?”

“No! I just mean... well, worrying is part of it, isn’t it? Love? I’m sorry to say that as long as you love me, you’re gonna be worried about me. I’m just asking you to let me be there with you.”

“Okay.”

“You’re an amazing man, Bruce. You are more than enough.”

“...thank you.”

“Now say it back.”

Bruce’s nose scrunches up. You squeeze his cheeks for emphasis. “I... love you. So much.”

“Now that’s not...” A rarity: Bruce grins, teeth and gums and all, and you have no choice but to submit. He knew your weaknesses just as you knew his, after all. “I’m letting you off the hook only because I’ve missed you too much to argue anymore.”

It hadn’t made a lot of sense to him when he was little. Why it always worked with his parents. The few hours away, when it seemed that there could be no resolution, only to find each other at the front steps once more. But the days he’d spent far from you had been pure agony. He reckoned he could barely stand a few hours after this. Maybe less.

One day, he’d had the courage to ask his mother a burning question, “Why do you always come here when you and dad fight?”

Martha had given him the strangest look. Not because she hadn’t expected the question (How could she not? With those bright baby blues always observing), but because she didn’t know how to answer. A long moment passed between them before she did, “When you love someone and you hurt each other, you have to find a way to fix it. And fix it right. So, when I get... upset, Bruce, it helps to be alone. Until I’m ready to talk it through.”

“What about me? I’m here.”

Martha had smiled then, some grease marring the apple of her cheek, “That’s true. I suppose when being alone doesn’t work, being around the ones I love does the trick.”

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[izunias-meme-hole]

THE BATMAN/BRUCE WAYNE

"I am vengeance."

After witnessing the demise of his parents as a young boy, Bruce Wayne was forever scarred by this event and dedicated a great majority of his life to finding out how he can entirely remove crime from Gotham City. He spent his teenage years studying psychology, traveled the the world as a young adult to learn martial arts, spent a great amount of time perfecting what he learned when he returned to Gotham, and had put some of his own resources into making a special suit and some weaponry. By the time he was ready, Bruce Wayne had actively disappeared from public life, and had embraced his new identity as "The Batman." As Batman, Bruce would travel the streets of Gotham, leaving criminals of many types beaten, battered, and exposed for all of the city to see, becoming an urban legend in the process. Not even some of the corrupt cops were safe. However as time would begin to pass, Bruce would begin to see the rise of a new breed of criminal in his first few months as the ever-so terrifying Batman, and would begin to see how much deeper the corruption in Gotham ran. He would never give up on his mission, but he's slowly beginning to realize that this one man crusade he's on might be tougher than he realized.

Yep. This is my re-interpretation of Batman, and from what I have written in my own mind so far, he's going to go through an arc where he starts out as "vengeance," punishing criminals, installing fear in them before leaving them for the police, and fighting this one-man war on crime. Then after realizing that he cannot truly do this alone, he allows his butler and surrogate father, Alfred, and Captain Jim Gordon to assist him in his endeavors, and as more time would begin to pass he would develop into less of a symbol of fear for all of Gotham, and more a of symbol of hope for the innocents in Gotham. As this evolution would take place, Bruce himself would begin getting somewhat better in the head overtime.

In-case you cannot tell, this is my more idealized take on the "Batman Timeline" which is based entirely on the arcs of Battinson and the Lego Batman, and some parts of the DCAU's Batman lifeline. Starting out as a young and angry man trying to literally eradicate crime as a whole by himself that fears losing people that he cares for all over again, and ending as an old man who's managed to finally get some of his own problems resolved and is a better person because of it, even if he can never truly "fix" himself.

As for the character of good 'ol Batsy, it's pretty much what you'd expect. Cold, calculating, distant, persistent, skeptical, manipulative if he wants to be, dedicated to his goal, and overall a jackass on the outside. Yet despite having a lot of negatives, Bruce still has some level of compassion and empathy, and overtime he begins to show that to those who need it. He's also not that much of a socialite, but after go back into the public occasionally AS Bruce Wayne, he tries his best to fake being a slick billionaire with not much to worry about, but he has occasional cracks of his true self slip.

And before you point it out, yes his design is inspired by the Keaton suit, however the cowl has red lenses and it covers his entire face. Also it's armored in a similar way to the Battinson suit underneath that cape. As for Bruce's design, the suit is an inverse of his nemesis's colors (We'll get to him later), and I wanted him to look active and colorful, while also looking sleep deprived and dying on the inside.

I hope I expressed my vision clear enough for MY Batman. I thought this up for funnies, and not like actual writing purposes (I already have a project), but if I were to take an attempt at writing the Bat, it would be similar to what I spoke about here.

#bruce wayne #batman #dc #dc comics #my art #Batman: Dark Nights #my stuff #(one behind the mask) Mun Izunia

[prosperdemeter2]

Hot take? Batman meta? It's absolutely Batman meta lmao.

Here goes:

I've seen quite a few posts (including my own) stating that the Robert Pattinson version of Batman is THE Batman that we could imagine taking on Robin. And as much as we joke about it being because it would be adorable and that this grunge man needs a sunshine child, there are some big reasons why we believe it. Recently I read someone say that they don't think this version of Bruce is ready to be a father yet.

That's the point.

He's not ready to be a father.

I think fandom Batfamily (and some canon now) give us an expectation of how Bruce was, with Dick specifically, that isn't always true. To be fair, because there's so much lore and reset timelines, I work off the point of view that canon is really whatever you personally choose it to be. That being said, in my personal interpretation of the Batfamily (and in particular Bruce's relation with Dick) is that Bruce absolutely was NOT ready to be a parent when he offered Dick a home. Dick was his most impulsive decision. He saw this kid about to go through the same thing that he went through and offered him a home. Bruce never took in Dick under the understanding that he would have to be a responsible parent. I 100% believe that Dick taught Bruce a lot about being human, about being a parent, and about being someone that those you care about look up to.

Moreover, Dick Grayson wasn't always the "sunshine child". Especially after the murder of his parents. Dick was angry, irrational, he was willing to get himself killed to get revenge on the man that killed his parents (Zucco). In all understanding, Dick becoming Robin wasn't because Bruce thought it would be cute or because HE wanted Dick anywhere around the criminal element of Gotham. It was because if he DIDN'T, not only was Dick going to do it regardless, but Dick probably would have died in the process. Or become a very dangerous criminal. Bruce weighed his options and because he was, himself, for lack of a better term, unstable, decided that training Dick, teaching him restraint and rules, was the best and only option available. In doing so Bruce ended up acclimating himself to having a partner that can pull him back when he's going too far into vengeance.

I don't want Battinson to have a Robin because I think it'd be cute. I want it because I think this is the Bruce that is most likely to make that sort of moral judgement that even he ends up admitting farther down the line (when he IS ready to be a parent, when he's learned a lot more) wasn't the one he should have made. On top of that, I think this is the universe where Dick Grayson (one of my absolute favorite characters) could get the most accurate representation and growth.

Bruce Wayne didn't have much hope, or exist much at all, until he learned how to exist for someone else, until he learned hope from this kid that's lost as much as Bruce did and is determined to find joy despite that. In many ways, Bruce and Dick saved each other. Bruce learns how to heal himself by watching Dick heal (and then it all gets torn away, to a point, after Jason dies but that's a discussion for another time).

I think it would be amazing to see on screen - the Bat being saved by a kid. Robin no longer being the butt of jokes. A complex relationship that ends up defining an entire universe - after all, at this point, there is no Batman without a Robin.

#batman #the batman #batman meta #robin #batman and robin #the batman (2022) #battinson #dick grayson #bruce wayne #batfamily #no one asked and i still gave #i have a lot of batfamily thoughts 😭 #and no where to put them #and lbh no one really cares lmao

[pinkiepiebones]

a good zsasz in battinsons next movie would be god-tier <3 but prob wont happen bc hes also a serial killer and would feel samey after what they did with riddler

As I explained to my mom* after we saw the movie, The Batman isn't yet "ready" for Zsasz. As much as I was searching for ANY hint of the Zsasz family in the background (they were rich too! Matt Reeves you could have used this movie to establish the family name!!)... See, the final straw that broke Victor was losing the last of his money to the Penguin at the Iceberg Lounge. As we saw in the Battinson movie, the Iceberg Lounge is not yet the swanky casino a lot of us know it as. I'm going to do movie spoilers under the cut just in case

At the end of the movie Penguin discovers Dead Gangster Guy's body (Marconi? Maroni? I am frequently bad with names) and imho sees an opportunity to jump to the top of the gangster ladder. IIRC also HBO is doing a Penguin TV show? which could definitely hopefully explore that shift from penguin toadie to king penguin, see the Iceberg Lounge shift from 90s warehouse rave to stately casino. And if it's a single season series with only like ten or 20 episodes, the final episode could have that pivotal moment of Victor at the owner's table, perhaps Penguin making menacing small talk like "Ah, Mister Zsasz, how've you been since your parents died? Staying sober, right? Certainly not leaving pieces of your family's fortune in the pockets of casino owners around the world, eh?" Just some verbal knife-twisting that lays out who Victor was prior to this poker game.

And Victor loses and Penguin laughs and has him thrown out as he's sobbing about how he has nothing now and Penguin maybe shouts "making your parents proud, Vic!" or smth and maybe another patron or hostess is like "he seemed really messed up was it a good idea to throw him out like that" and Penguin's all "Gotham isn't a city for the weak-willed, crybaby billionaires. Oh no, his parents died! Boo-fucking-hoo. Go make something of yourself, or perish. The rules of the world are the same for all of us" or some shit, maybe more poetic. But as he's monologuing maybe it's over the scene of Victor on the bridge, ready to die, and then the mugger comes up demanding Victor's money and Victor grapples and grabs the knife and frantically stabs the guy to death...

And then in complete silence, we watch the shaking, blood-spattered Victor plunge the knife into his forearm, making a line, and then he collapses to his knees, smiling up as a rainstorm starts, and the sounds of the city flood back in to the scene, and the camera ominously pans down to the first tally mark.

AND THEN WHAT WOULD REALLY KICK ASS WOULD BE IF BATTINSON 2 -clearly set after the events of the Penguin series- starts with freshly-promoted Commissioner Gordon leading The Batman into a particularly gruesome crime scene. "Fifth body this week," Jim says. "Throat silt, body posed post-mortem. Same MO as the four from last week, but there's nothing connecting these people." As The Batman analyses the crime scene, Jim continues- "Different ages, genders, ethnicities, jobs- there's no rhyme or reason to it. We're working in a gang initiation theory, but there's no tagging, no chatter-"

The Batman picks up a piece of tape he had placed on the victim's shoulder. A fingerprint is visible in the powder on the tape. He scans it into the Bat Computer on his forearm (c'mon you know he'll have more gadgets) and listens to Alfred give him the analysis.

"He doesn't care who he kills. He only cares about killing" Batman says.

"Who?"

The Batman turns to face Jim.

"Victor Zsasz."

*quick shout out to my mom who always listens to my post-movie infodumps and is now convinced that I have better ideas than most film writers LOL

#zsasz #victor zsasz #mister zsasz #mr. Zsasz #matt reeves hire this man! (me)

[emo-batboy]

Battinson having a canonical parental override instinct is SO INTERESTING because you know his vibes as Batman change COMPLETELY the moment there’s a kid involved.

Maybe during an average hostage situation, Batman jumps in, incapacitates the criminals, then leaves the cops to do the dirty work. But if there is a CHILD that was taken? Battinson goes into Protector Mode for a second because oh no is the kid okay???? Are they scared? Do they need help?! Those criminals better not have laid a FINGER on them or holy fuckin hell, those criminals are done for.

But Batman wouldn't do it in front of the kid. No, he's dragging them out in broad daylight—yes, Batman appeared during the DAY to save the kid—and curb stomping them.

The police are ready to head in and take care of everyone once Batman is gone, but he doesn’t leave???? He goes back into the building, triple checks that it’s safe, then makes sure the kid’s alright! Maybe the hostages were all locked in a room, hands and feet tied, and everyone’s a mess of fear but Battinson doesn’t care about the others yet.

He unties the kid first, of course, and Batman NEVER talks unless absolutely necessary so when The Batman opens his mouth to ask if the kid, a young boy, is okay, the rest of the hostages are gobsmacked.

“Where are your parents?” and the kid, still crying though out of relief now, points to his mom who’s also tied up across the room so Batman unties her too then unties everyone else while the two tearfully reunite.

Right before he leaves, he heads back to the kid and his mom to ask if there’s anything else he can do. Clearly, he wants to leave to preserve his secret identity. He’s glancing back at the sound of the police getting closer, jittery and itching to make his escape, but that just makes the mom appreciate his help even more. The kid just tackles him in a hug and looks up at him and says thank you, and Battinson just melts. He hugs back, then leaves as quick as he arrived.

Batman with kids.

#battinson #bruce wayne #the batman 2022 #batman #the batman #battinson needs a hug #batman 2022 #batdad #give battinson a child 2k23 #batfamily

[emo-batboy]

I kind of have this theory that Battinson is usually more expressive outside of the suit. Yes, he’s still emo and a total drama Queen, but Bruce maintains himself much better than the movie shows us. Maybe he warms up to Alfred a lot quicker. He reads a lot of books in his spare time, tries to attend at least one meeting a week, eats a bit more regularly. Even if he’s pretty reclusive, he’s still Functional to a point.

The reason he’s so grim during the movie is because it’s election season: a painful reminder of his parents’ murders. Every time he sees the posters of Reál and the Mayor, every time he thinks about the renewal fund, every time he sees press speeches on the TV, he thinks about his dad and mom and how happy they were that night they went to see a movie together.

It was all about politics. Despite Thomas Wayne being a massive mayoral candidate, the parents turned down security detail so they could have a nice night out with their son. They figured they’d need it before Thomas won (and it was obvious he was winning) and they never want to neglect their son in favor of their careers. Why not go without a bodyguard for one night?

Poor them. It all happened so fast too when Bruce was running down the alley after watching some crime noir, pretending to be a detective while his parents watched and smiled. Then another voice was cornering them, and the gunshots rang right over Bruce’s small head, and suddenly, he was running down the street and banging on the closest door, screaming his lungs out for someone to call the police. Poor kid. Poor baby. Poor Bruce, right?

But that wasn’t the only thing the news cared about. All he saw on TV was “Mayoral Candidate, Thomas Wayne, and Wife Murdered in Crime Alley” “This is a horrible tragedy for the political landscape of Gotham.” “How will this city recover?” “Are Thomas Wayne’s political opponents behind the assassination?” It was so grossly politicized that even the thought of elections makes Bruce spiral again.

Every goddamn election season, Bruce gets hounded. Every time the anniversary of his parents’ death rolls around, the Gotham Gazette begs for an interview. They have a memorial video ready weeks in advance because boo hoo everyone needs to remember the tragic murder of Thomas and Martha Wayne. Especially. Bruce.

So maybe when election season comes, he doesn’t pull as many punches. He forgets to eat sometimes. He stays out too late. The investors at Wayne Enterprises get neglected to the point that Alfred invites them to the tower just to appease them for one more week. It’s awful. And all he wants is for this cyclical nightmare to pass. Please just let it pass. Please. That’s all he wants.

He’ll be much better next month, or maybe it’ll take two, but you will never seen Bruce Wayne smile during election season.

#battinson needs a hug #battinson #the batman 2022 #bruce wayne #batman #thomas wayne #martha wayne #crime alley