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bruciemilf · 1 year
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Bruce and Harvey Being Dads
Harvey didn't want kids thanks to a little thing called generational trauma. They were basically the equivalent of
Bruce, big doe eyes, " I want a baby"
" no"
"Oh, okay"
" wait but don't ask another guy I'll do it"
No but seriously; Harvey becomes a dad very much accidentally. Two-Face?! Tim Drake from Batman the Animated series would disagree, but the fucker likes children
Bruce silently made it known he, Dick, Jason and Tim were a package deal and Two Face was PREPARED
I LOVE me some baby batkids. 10 year old Dick had to call Harvey to the principal's office, because like hell he'd face Bruce's 2 hour lecture. Harvey stresses that he can't just fight any kid that annoys him.
" He called Bruce a bad word. That word Luthor said to him last time and you knocked him out"
"...You want an ice cream?"
Harvey's a bit of a workaholic. Hey, the reformed life is slippery. Bruce has two main methods of tempting him back home; 1) send him admittedly adorable pics of Jason trying on suits 3 times his size, or use his " Please, Harv?" Voice
The Batkids know three simple truths in life; Harvey can't say no to Bruce. Harvey is catholic. Harvey prays to God and answers to Bruce.
You think Dick has golden child syndrome? Imagine being Duke Thomas. " why can't you be more like Duke?" Is basically the most used phrase in the house
Two-Face prides himself on being the only one with a backbone, only to fold like paper if they pull the " Papi, come on" trick
Bruce frames all of their babies' drawings and Harvey has copies of them all over the DA Office. He most DEFINITELY brags with his family.
Especially portraits. Imagine Harvey being nervous to pose, but Tim pulls those sad kitten eyes on him and gets so happy. " make me pretty, conejito"
" You already are, papa"
Bruce is dad/daddy, Harvey is pa or papa and Two Face is Pops
They have monopoly tournaments that turn VERY competitive on Bruce's side. One time he lost and didn't speak to anybody for 2 days until Harvey had a " talk" with him
If he winces when he sits down, grumbling as Harvey plants a kiss on his cheek along with a morning coffee, extra extra sugar, Alfred simply pretends he doesn't see it.
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lost-batarang · 1 year
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Damian, meeting Two-Face on patrol: So, Dent. You're the one who father chooses?...
Two-Face:.....Who're you? Look, sorry Robin, but I'm not fucking your dad-
Damian: Tt. He could've done better than you, or any politician.
Two-Face: Politician?..eh?..What?
Damian: Truly pathetic.
Batman, swooping down and taking out Two-Face's henchmen as he lands: Apologies, Harvey.
Two-Face: Bruce?? Who is this sassy, lost child!? And why is he trying to fight me- I fought you called off your war-hounds, or robins- or bats, whatever you have.
Batman: Harvey, this is my son, Damian.
Damian: The son of Batman. Never the son of Dent.
Two-Face:...Yeah, cuz' I've been looking to adopt a violent, rude, brat. So this kid's like?? Another of yours?? How many do you have, Bruce?? How do you keep count of their birthdays?? And why are all of them vigilantes??
Batman: Alfred keeps count of their birthdays. I always know how many kids I have, Harv, call it father's intuition-
Damian: He just assumes whoever is in the manor or with him on patrol is someone he adopted. I have had to remove multiple children from the manor, who got lost on Halloween while wearing Robin costumes.
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somewherefornow · 2 months
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roxineedstosleep · 1 year
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Am I projecting a little by wanting fem bruce to be Harvey's spoiled little wife who puts the fear of God in old suits who mess with her husband and who Can be CEO of WE but. Who'd play with these adorable kids if both she and Harvey were to work? Yeah a little bit but she's having fun sjsjsj
@bruciemilf, Bryce is completely terrifying, no matter if she's wearing those Jimmy Chu heels with her secret fancy outfit that can worth all of those CEOs' properties together, or if she's wearing one of Harvey's old varsity T-shirts along with some slippers from Tim's birthday Paw Patrol.
The detail is that she knows it. And she cares very little about using it in her total favor and benefit.
Does she feel that her children see very little of her father?
Well, she will simply enter in the middle of the meeting, tell them that the results and answers they are expecting will be in their emails first thing in the morning, and she will take her husband to the nearest pizza and children's play franchise so that he Harvey can spend time with his beautiful children.
She asks the scared young waiter to bring as many pizzas as her children ask for (and stop when the underpaid young teenager notices when one of her children can't have any more) and gives him Harvey's platinum card. ; charge the entire account there. And yes, she is one of those who would give a 20% tip for the boy.
(She knows that the poor scared creature does not receive the pay he deserves, that child is really a love and then he will take care of giving him a position as a messenger intern within his company; but the juicy tip of all his stay and consumption in the place should suffice for now, right?)
All while she, with a couple of minutes and messages on her phone (which has a Roblox casing), has managed to end the business of that meeting, and figuratively cut off the heads of the idiots who take up her time. family to her loving husband. All while Damian is on her lap drawing with cheap markers on his pristine white imported silk skirt.
To complete the look, she's wearing a macaroni necklace that Dick made her a couple of days ago and refuses to take off of her, plus the recycled paper crown that she came with the pizza menu.
She'd make the cover of '50s white housewife magazines, trust me. She'd be wearing an adorable apron, holding Damian on her hip and Tim on her legs, helping Dick make cupcakes for school and asking Jason to be sweetheart and help Grandpa Alfred spread the chocolate chips. over the finished Cupcakes.
She doesn't care if her husband is exhausted, with her beautiful smile and a couple of kisses she manages to convince Harvey to take them all on vacation to Disney Japan… just because she feels sad that she can't dress up her children together inside of the parks.
If she wishes, she buys Harvey's company, which she has threatened to do every time Harvey stays longer than she is allowed in the office.
And, well, her husband doesn't care.
After all, she herself says that her fortune is going into education and children's trusts. And he knows that she loves spending time with her precious babies.
She really loves children and she wants to take advantage of all the time she has with them.
Who is he to refuse such a request?
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(I an really see Bryce using this during a gala)
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acapelladitty · 1 year
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Appeasement & Placation
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Harvey Dent/Gilda Dent (2k+ words ♡ nsfw)
Summary: Bruce and Gilda only want what's best for Harvey and sometimes that means working together in ways neither of them could have imagined. (A commission from the absolutely lovely @nonreprobluestreak)
The hotel room was as basic as could be. Sparse yet surprisingly comfortable looking furnishings decorated the small space, but it offered the anonymity necessary for such a meeting to occur. A billionaire, a murderess, and a divided criminal had walked into a room with the sole intention of saving the latter from himself.
Two Face was making movements within the Gotham underground. Foolish movements. Hot-headed decisions which could only speak to a desire for punishment, to be lost to the darkness. It was the type of behaviour which those who knew him understood spelled danger.
Harvey Dent was a man on the brink and Gilda Dent paired with Bruce Wayne were the only ones who could snatch him back from the precipice to safety. Bruce had always respected Gilda. Her strength in standing by Harvey in the golden days was impressive and she never allowed anything to stand in their way. He may never reconcile himself with her actions as the Holiday killer but he understood the many ways in which love presented itself.
Sometimes love was a length of rope, just long enough to allow you to hang yourself and your principles.
But for Harvey, as hypocritical as it were, he understood her desperation as he had also allowed some of his principles to slip.
Tears were shed and threats, the viciousness of them suspiciously empty as Harvey stood like a caged animal, had been hurled from scarred lips but the results remained the same as Harvey agreed to enter into a new program; one which would pair medications with the greatest support network which Bruce could afford as Gilda remained firmly at his side.
Harvey would be okay.
This time, at least.
The warmth of success and hope settled in Bruce’s chest, curling around his heart like a blanket, as he watched Harvey wrap his arms around Gilda’s waist.
Picking up his coat and laying it over his forearm, Bruce’s movement to leave the dingy hotel room and the couple to their reunion was halted by a soft, feminine cough.
“Bruce, stay with us.”
Bruce turned on his heel, his coat flaring out dangerously at the sudden shift in body.
“Stay. Tonight. With both of us.” She continued, a slight note of pleading slipping between the syllables.
Harvey’s gaze was calculating, shifting between Gilda and Bruce with something close to surprise, and his scarred eye widened when Gilda released his broad chest to walk over to Bruce’s frozen frame.
“You love him.” She accused; lips tilted into an accepting smile as she tugged at his wrists. “Just like I do. Stay with us and we can show him just how much he has.”
“Gilda, what are you aski-”
In one quick fluid motion, Gilda stepped forward and captured Bruce’s lips with her own in a gentle, inviting kiss. The heat of her body seeped against his and his hands instinctively locked around her hips as he allowed her tongue to swipe experimentally against his teeth.
Bruce’s panicked eyes flicked over to Harvey, half expecting his handsome face to be twisted in jealous rage. To his surprise, fury appeared to be the furthest thing from his expression, his features instead arranging themselves into something painfully hungry – a starving man being presented with a forbidden meal.
“For him.” Gilda whispered, pulling back just enough for the intimate words to wrap enticingly around his ears. Heat pooled low in his stomach as a traitorous excitement made his cock twitch. Gilda was a beautiful woman and he and Harvey knew each other in all the ways that two men could know each other. Their time had passed long before Gilda appeared on the scene but their love had remained and she had never been anything less than supportive of that.
“For him.” Bruce muttered back, casting any doubts aside.
Gilda released him, pulling her warm mouth away as she turned to beckon Harvey towards their position and Harvey responded in kind, thick legs carrying him across the small space in two steps as he snatched Gilda close to his chest.
“Are you sure?”
Harvey’s voice was hoarse, throaty with the arousal which he was struggling to hide as he pinned Bruce with his gaze.
“Just like old times, Harv.” Bruce smiled, the small gesture offering the assurance which he knew the other man was seeking.
A victorious snarl pulled free of Harvey’s throat as Gilda twisted in position to start unbuttoning his shirt while Bruce took the cue in stride to once again dump his coat on the nearby sideboard.
Their outfits did not last long, and the cheap carpet quickly grew littered with the flurry of clothing which were being pulled from the frantic bodies until all three stood in nothing but exposed skin and underwear.
Gilda’s figure, framed beautifully in a simple black cotton underwear set which matched the darker tones of her hair, appeared smaller than it probably was due to the much broader frames of both Harvey and himself. Time had been kind to Gilda and the crows feet which decorated her eyes as she offered him a shy smile only served to make her even more attractive, her bobbed hair shaking slightly as she inclined her head to observe him in kind.
He could feel her eyes on his torso, no doubt masking her surprise at the various scars which cut across his skin, but her eyes fluttered coquettishly as they dipped to the dark silk boxers which clung to his hips. The hard bulge of his cock was impossible to hide or deny.
Between them, Harvey was stunning.
Electing to wear familiar white briefs, the white fabric made the slight tan of his skin appear darker and Bruce was momentarily struck by just how beautiful he truly was. He would always be an Adonis and nothing would take that away. Not his scarring. Not the world which sought to rip him to shreds.
He would always be handsome.
The ropey scarring which tore across his broad chest and shoulders, the path of the acid clearly laid out and etched into the vulnerable skin, looked as red and angry as ever and Bruce reached out to trace a gentle finger along the ridge of it where it touched the unblemished flesh.
A shudder wracked Harvey’s frame as the skin appeared sensitive and Bruce filed that information away for future reference as he pulled back.
Harvey displayed his torn body with a comfort which formed an ache in Bruce’s chest as he realised that Harvey felt safe, truly safe, with the two of them and that he was privy to something that no other person would be.
Gilda was the one to take point as she thrust her hand against Harvey’s chest and pushed him roughly to the bed.
“You’ll need to take them off, baby.” She purred, pointing to the briefs and smirking as Harvey had the offending item off his body within seconds. “Good boy.”
Something in the confidence she showed when directing Harvey made Bruce’s cock jerk in place. It was a side to her he could not have imagined and one which he was interested to bear witness to.
Following Harvey to the bed like a predator caging a very willing prey, Bruce dropped to straddle Harvey’s broad hips and his lips latched on to the scarred skin around his neck. The sensation was interesting against his mouth and he savoured it, licking and biting lightly at the healed scarring as Harvey whined beneath him, his hips rolling against his own as his thigh brushed his cock.
“What do you want?” Growling the words into Harvey’s ear, Bruce felt a third presence on the bed as Gilda’s soft hand pressed against his lower back, her head hovering somewhere just to the side of his own.
“I want you to fuck me.” Harvey gasped out.
Bruce tilted his head to catch Gilda’s playful expression.
“I didn’t hear you there, baby. What did you say?” She asked, dipping her hand in the small space between their cocks as she rubbed them together for a moment, feeling the hardness of both men.
“I want you both to fuck me.” Harvey repeated, keening the words out as Gilda wrapped her hand around his straining length.
“Then get up.” Bruce intervened, allowing a slightly more dominant tone to curl around his words as he played into the game which had been set up.
Harvey shuffled along the bed as Bruce and Gilda both moved away to allow him to re-position. Flipping himself over, he raised himself to his knees as his heavy breathing filled the air.
Fisting his own cock, Bruce groaned at the willing display as Harvey’s toned ass were presented before him. His head swam with the whole situation, old memories of how he and Harvey used to fuck flicking through his mind like a camera roll.
“Did you bring any lube?” He asked, fixing Gilda with heated eyes as she plucked at her own pebbled nipples, her bra discarded to the floor.
“No,” she shrugged apologetically, “but here-”
As her husband watched, his cock twitching despite its untouched state, Gilda brought her manicured fingers to her cunt, swiping along the wetness there until her fingers were coated. Pulling them free, she wrapped a hand around Bruce’s cock and stroked him gently; the unexpected movement making his hips buck as he thrust into her hand.
Having coated him in her juices, she once again returned her hand to her slit and dipped two fingers within her sex. Bringing her free hand to Harvey’s lower back, she brought her slick-covered fingers to his ass and rubbed his hold gently, beckoning it to give way to her soft ministrations.
Harvey groaned at the contact, his ass raising higher as he writhed under her fingers, a whine escaping his throat as she thrust one finger in.
She worked him open methodically as Bruce watched with open arousal. One finger quickly became two, quickly scissoring to stretch him as much as he would need as she paused to re-coat her fingers as she saw fit.
Breathless and with a dilated gaze, Gilda eventually stopped; leaving Harvey a shuddering mess on the bed as his painfully hard cock bobbed against his stomach.
“He’s ready.”
Not needing to be told twice, Bruce stepped forward and brushed his thumb against Harvey’s hole, admiring the way in which it pulsed to pull him in deeper. Lining up his cock, he pushed in gently to allow Harvey to accommodate to his size. It was a dance they had engaged in many times but it had been years and Bruce found himself shivering as the arousal which gripped his system made his cock feel hot and heavy.
Slowly, Bruce worked himself in until he were fully hilted and a thick groan slipped free of his lips at how hot and tight Harvey felt. How familiar. His nails raked down the exposed skin of Harvey’s ass and his reward was Harvey clenching around his cock to the point of discomfort.
Bruce pulled back before offering a shallow thrust, testing the waters, and the garbled cry which Harvey gave was all the encouragement he needed as he set a slow, deep pace. His focus split between the ropey scarring which splashed across Harvey’s upper back and Gilda, who watched him back with rapt attention as he fucked her husband.
Slipping atop the sheets and splaying herself on her back as she pressed her soaked cunt before Harvey’s gaze, Gilda’s hands were rough against Harvey’s hair as she pulled him closer.
“Do you want to taste me, Harv?” She purred, her fingers dropping to her inner thighs to tap the skin there invitingly.
Bruce, spurned on by the display, thrust a little more roughly and Harvey gasped out his surprise as his hands clutched at the cheap bedsheets desperately.
“Yes.” Harvey grunted, dropping his head down to lick a wicked stripe across her slit. “Always. So beautiful.” His words were slurred, so hoarse they were almost inaudible, but his enthusiasm was clear as he buried his head between her legs, immediately causing her to tighten her grip of his dark hair.
A wicked rhythm was quickly established as Bruce’s thrusts were paired with Gilda’s hands and both moved in tandem to give Harvey everything he could possibly need. Heavy breathing mixed with faint moans and the obscene slap of skin-on-skin filled the room, the scent of sex and sweat quickly building.
After all was said and done, and all three parties had found satisfaction in the others, any prying eyes would have found them in quite the compromising position. The scandal of Bruce Wayne curled around the scarred torso of Harvey Dent - former District Attorney and current career criminal - and his estranged wife Gilda Dent would have sold enough column inches to make many a journalist hack scream with delight.
But prying eyes were only a thought, and Bruce and Gilda dozed peacefully atop the man whom they loved to the point of foolishness.
I will soon post this over to AO3 (username: DittyWrites) but not at the moment because I'm a little bit tired lol x
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martianbugsbunny · 10 months
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I just think Bruce Wayne and Harvey Dent should be boyfriends
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deadsetobsessions · 3 months
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Danny is desperately running away. Not from a robber, they’re not much of a threat to him anyways, but from a really intense Batman.
“Oh my ancients,” he muttered as he sprinted away from the dude swinging above him. “Can you please go away?! I already paid you back, dude!” Danny raised his voice at the swooping figure above him. He wished he could go ghost, but that would break his cover so fast as a “meta” or whatever.
“Stop running,” Batman landed in front of him, growl reverberating around them.
“Stop chasing me then! It’s bad manners!” And Danny’s from the midwest, so that’s an actual concern.
“How did you find Two-Face?” Batman loomed before stepping back when Danny’s shoulders curled inwards.
“Oh. Is that what this is all about?” Danny huffed. “It was self defense! And… the pun was too good to not, you know? Yeah, no, I had to. Prime opportunity.”
The cowl might hide it but Danny always knew when people are doing that nose pinch of exasperation. It’s a talent he carefully cultivated through shenanigans and puns.
Batman? Definitely inwardly pinching the bridge of his nose.
“How did you find him? Harvey Dent is a dangerous criminal.”
“In my defense,” Danny started, like a teenager caught guiltily shoving the entire cookie jar into his room instead of leaving some for the rest of the family. “He found me first. Well, no, he found the kids first. He started it!”
Batman somehow raised an eyebrow. How the hell does he do that?? The cowl covered the entire upper half of his face! Danny squinted at him. Is Batman a meta?
“Listen, I didn’t start it, but my sister sure as heck taught me how to end it. It’s not my fault Dent couldn’t handle a beat down. And I told you I was gonna pay you back for that one (1) Big Dent! If you wanted cash, you should have said so!”
“Hrm.”
Maybe it was the fancy gear. Maybe it was the pointy head thing. Batman reminded Danny way too much of Vlad and he got the ick.
“Okay, well, good talk, bye!” Danny ducked and ran, faster than he had before.
Batman grappled up and forward, trying to grab him. Danny, with years of dodge training under his belt and impeccable teenage instincts of gtfo, managed to dodge Batman’s reaching hands with a hollered “OPE!”
“Bye! See you never!” Danny ducked behind an alley and turned invisible as Batman swooped past.
When he was sure the vigilante was gone, he slowly faded into the visible spectrum.
“Jeez. Better warn Amy about this. Maybe I should hide in Crime Alley until this blows past.”
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Gotham’s underbelly had a new tale to sling around their bars that week and a new demographic to be wary of.
The Terrors, the kiddie gang that ran perpendicular to Crime alley, was preyed on by Harvey Dent.
“What do you think you’re doing to them?!”
“Ahhhhhh!!!” Harvey screamed, flailing as a creature of shadows and claws- god damn those sharp ass claws- descended upon him, scarring it just one side but both sides of his very vulnerable face!
“Back the hell off of my kids, you fashion reject!”
As for Harvey… well, he’s developed an aversion to the smell of peanut butter and small children.
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Batman, hunting down Danny because he’s worried about the endangered meta kid: you left me a Dent.
Danny, because he sees a vigilante bum rushing him: I have no cash! That’s the only way I can pay you back rn!
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Batman, trying to lecture Danny about safety because he’s a worried batdad:
Danny: ew a rich stalker trying to be my dad!
@tricksterwitchkat can you tell I’ve been thinking about your pun for days? This is for you, thank you so much for that pun, it made my entire week.
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the-witchhunter · 10 months
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DP x DC: Two Dads are better than none
This is probably because I have the Bruharvy brainrot rn and Two Face is one of my favorite characters
Danny’s parents wanted a second child, but years of exposure to ectoplasm left them sterile. It turns out that there are some side effects to living with radioactive materials from another plane of existence. 
Their Solution? Cloning
The issue? The sample they got while in Gotham wasn’t exactly “pure.” After getting a blood sample from a fight between Batman and Two Face, things got little cross contaminated. Now what does this mean?
Danny is the biological child of BOTH Bruce and Harvey
Years pass, Danny grows up, Danny half dies, and life goes on.
Until Danny has to flee Amity. Maybe it’s the GIW, maybe it's and identity reveal gone wrong, maybe the Nasty Burger explosion happened and Danny fled to avoid being taken in by Vlad. 
Danny runs. He also discovered who his biological parents were: Bruce Wayne, and Harvey Dent. Between the Billionaire and the criminal, he wasn’t exactly thrilled with the choices, but he still had to choose
So he flipped a coin
Harvey: So you’re biologically me and Bruce’s kid after your parents used our DNA to make a clone
Danny: Yep
Harvey: And between a billionaire and someone considered criminally insane, you chose me? Why?
Danny: ... I flipped a coin.
Harvey: You really are my kid.
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harmleikurdraws · 4 months
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bruciemilf · 10 months
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No one look at me this is giving me so many sugar baby Bruce and DA Harvey vibes
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kiraxcute · 9 months
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I'm playing DC's Heroes and Villains and this is all I can think about after unlocking Harvey
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iwishtheywerescrewing · 9 months
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More Bruharv/twobats with a George Quaintance and JC Leyendecker spin.
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roxineedstosleep · 1 year
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Honestly I feel like Two Face might be the sternest parent between Bruce and Harvey! He did Not grow up with gentle parenting and isn't open to it until Bruce catches him tugging at damians ear and he's like WHAT ARE YOU DOING, " he won't wash the dishes??"
" so you tell him! Gently"
" doll, i think you're too soft--"
" and I think you're forgetting your place in our dynamic. Youre an indulgence, darling. I'm an addiction. We are not. The same. Pack your bags. I'm sure a hotel would be happy to receive you for the night."
Ofc he comes back with chocolates and a new car for Bruce to take apart and tinker with, and gives Damian's ears lots of kisses after. He's also the one who spoils them the most ofc and promises to take mommy and me classes lmaooo
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(Two-Face's face, after he saw Jason throw Tim through the Batcave again, after he punished him for doing it a few days ago)
I feel like, Harvey after the acid incident (If we're talking about Oscar Isaac, he's Latino, like me), he's from the old Latino upbringing. He will go physical when clearly something is out of line.
Definitely, as you say, of the three, he is the most severe, the one who will not allow any act of brazenness and rudeness to take place in front of him or his husband. He won't allow it. He'll get physical when the menacing looks and scary tone of his voice aren't enough to warn kids about his disrespect.
And what do I mean by getting physical?
I'm talking about: butt slapping, ear pulling, hand slapping, and the dreaded flip flop. Of course, at least in the case of Two-Face, as a measure of correction after having done a clear disobedience or an outlandish madness. He wouldn't do it to command respect or anything like that.
No, he knows he's bad, but he's not cruel.
Two-Face is one of the first to give the previous look of threat, he is one of those who with a knock on the table leaves everyone silent, and he will not hesitate to lower his voice to that of the afterlife if that prevents his offspring from continuing to do stupid things. He warned first, if his children still descide to be stupid and do stupid things, well, you cannot tell that he did not warned them.
And if he slaps your ass being his son, oh God, be thankful for it, because he's not really slapping you hard. His enemies are the ones he leaves with their coccyx broken and their ears torn off. To the offsprings of him? Well, only the part that was attacked will leave something pink for them.
Clearly, Two-Face would only use those methods when the kids are being aggressive towards each other or Bruce/Alfred, have vandalized something during patrol (things like an important location or serious collateral damage, terribly putting themselves or their siblings at risk), disobeying, and being bold with Alfred/Bruce/Harvey.
Two-Face was raised like this, he was created based on violence and although he may be soft after a time with his wonderfull husband, he also has his violent side. He won't hesitate to pull Dick's sideburns if he insults Bruce during a fight, He'll slap Jason on the butt if he steals guns from safe houses again despite being given his assignment, He'll slap Tim's hand if he rolls his eyes at Alfred again after the good lord only demands he get some sleep, and he won't hesitate to throw Damian's slipper if he dares make a cruel comment about the purity of his dynasty. (Only the slipper because it's his favorite, after Jason, of course.)
But, after the physical part as punishment, comes the completely loving part that many times others tend to forget. Two-Face is the first to defend his cubs at the first risk of threat. He will not hesitate to use his teeth and nails to care for and ensure the safety of his offspring, put his skin on fire and pluck out his eyelashes if it means that his and Bruce's children will have the safety and comfort they deserve.
Two-Face may have pulled Dick by the sideburns, but he's the only one who knows what muscle pain cream his son uses; he may have whacked Jason's ass, but he's also the one who gives him tips to improve his aim and gives him a crate full of ammunition; He will have hit Tim in the hands, but he is the one in charge of singing him a lullaby, tucking him in, and making his followers get all the information so that Tim does not have to do it; And, well, of course he threw Damian's slipper for making fun of his blood purity (you know, that crap about him being Bruce's only true son), but he's also one of the first to defend the boy when someone on the street yells racist and Islamophobic insults at him.
He pampers the boys and gives them love beyond his power. He is the one who cooks breakfast when no one else can, takes them to school if he can, and listens to them when they don't feel heard. He is a good father. Stern, aggressive, but he does the best he can.
Bruce and Harvey don't get it, their upbringing was so different from Two-Face's (Yes, I know Two-Face and Harvey are two parts of the same coin, but I prefer to think that Harvey gets sweet while Two-Face has the bitter), But if they are both sure of something, it is that Two-Face would be the first to cross and burn the line that neither of them dares to cross; especially when it comes to the safety of his children.
Two-Face will torture, kill, burn, smash, and tear apart anyone who dares touch a single hair of his family.
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(Two-Face, going to "peacefully" look for the racist idiot who had the fantastic idea to insult his baby Damian… and by the way to get some of Dick's special edition cereal and more marshmallows for Jason's chocolate)
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fandom-whores-world · 5 months
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Remarkable 2
Batfam x Neglected! Reader
Chapter 1
This post is a continuation of the one found here titled prologue
Prologue, Part 3
You had met Harvey Dent at a charity gala your father hosted to support the Gotham Orphanage. He was a bit arrogant, but not to the level of being insufferable. While other people may not have enjoyed his presence you actually found yourself enthralled with his stories and listed with rapture when ever he talked about a new case he was prosecuting. By the end of the night you knew so much about the field of law you swore you could pass the BAR exam if you were to take it the next day.
When the time finally came to part ways you were honestly a bit disappointed. You had enjoyed the older man’s company quite a bit, so it was a shame when he let you know that his car was outside. Just as you were about to wish him well the unexpected happened.
“I’ve really enjoyed our conversation tonight, Ms. Wayne.”
He stuck his hand in his coat and pulled out his business card
“If you ever feel interested in entering the field of law give me a call”
You hesitantly reached out and took it. He gave you a lopsided smile as he watched you fiddle with the card. After thanking him for his generosity you watched him close the close the car door and go on his way.
You pocketed his card and went back inside the manor. The last few guests started trickling out, until finally it was time for Wayne Manor to wish everyone well and close its doors.
As you sat alone in your room you couldn’t help but hold his card out in front of you and think,
Field of law, huh? That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.
You had never actually considered a career as a lawyer. Sure one or two people at school mag have said you’d be good at it, but you never gave it any serious thought until tonight. Imagine, you, the Wayne family wall flower, as an attorney at law. Would you finally get your family’s attention?
You shook your head at that.
You don’t do things for them anymore. Remember that. Everything you do, you do it for you.
Satisfied with you mental pep talk you went back to toying with the idea of becoming an attorney. You got off your bed where you were laying, and went over to the desk in your room where your computer was. You powered it up and got to work.
You spent almost the whole night researching the field of law. Different areas of study, how much law school costs, what the employment and placement rate was for different schools. Eventually you decided that the only way to decide whether it was the right path for you was to experience it first hand. With that thought in mind you turned off your computer, and got back into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a very busy day.
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puppetmaster13u · 2 months
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Prompt 231
Y'know, I bet in a world where DC and Marvel are in the same world, I Bet Bruce Wayne knows Matt Murdock. I bet they went to at least a couple same trainers and I bet Bruce invites him to a gala at some point.
No one would bat an eye at Bruce knowing another lawyer, he was already childhood/school friends with Harvey Dent.
And honestly, let the grimey cryptid boys be friends. Make Gotham and Hell's Kitchen WEEP at the thought of the 'living shadow creature' and the 'demon pretending to be human' working together.
Even if they're both completely human. Let them fuck with people as a treat.
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