Bruce tries to learn to understand the thought process on why some people deserve to die.
OK link to where this idea came from this is for @icntblvfreudwasrite I’ll be returning your brian cells soon. It’s 1 am when im starting this so LETS GO.
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“Master Bruce,” the britsh butler’s accident rang out in the kitchen, “must I understand why you are sleepless on your night off?” Alfred took the cup off coffee away from Bruce, replacing it with some decaf tea.
“Just thinking about Jason again.”
“May I ask what about?”
“His methods- since he came back. I feel like in a way if I had corrected him more, if I had known why he thinks this way, maybe I could have stopped it- stopped him from getting like this and if I had-”
“Master Bruce, you’re being absurd. You had no clue Master Jason would turn this way and he’s not wrong either. Approaching situations differently is quiet healthy. Especially when it is a team effort!” Alfred poured himself a cup, knowing this would probably be a long conversation- but one that needed to be had none the less. “The important part is that Master Jason isn’t killing random thugs. He is killing mad men, who you have tried you bloody best to help, Master Bruce! He has shown great efforts toward compromise with you as well which is a fine lot to see! So while he may not stop using guns- he’s more careful where he shoots and is quite a bit more open to rubber bullets.”
“Alfred, I just am worried that he’s crossed the threshold and won’t be able to come back because killing is to easy-”
“Your boy is living proof that that line can be walked. Master Jason is proof that you can come back from that line. He strives day in and day out to prove that to you as well to prove himself- and prove it to himself.”
—OH LOOK A MAGICAL FLACHBACK BROUGH TO US BY RED ROBIN SAYING YUM IN THE REDROBIN COMERCIALS CUZ IM TOO TIRED TO WRITE A TRANSITION RN—
The dark haired teen plopped himself at the kitchen counter after struggling to reach the cereal with his injuries. The past two nights had been sleepless for younger Jason, he had a bruise on his ribs from a fight prior in the week that was killing him which didn’t assist with his insomniac tendencies.
“Master Jason- what are you doing up at this hour. You’re on bed rest-”
“Yeah, yeah, Alfred, I know.” Jason stared into his empty bowl. “Just had a midnight craving and I can’t reach the cereal without hurting again.”
Alfred pursed his lip together. “Another fight with Master Bruce, I’m going to assume.”
“How could you tell?”
“You only reach for Master Richard’s cereal when you fight with him. You usually eat toast for breakfast.”
Jason was shocked at his own predictability.
“Well, are you going to tell me what the fight was bloody about- or must I guess?”
“I asked why we can’t kill. I don’t want to kill thugs or anyone innocent- I want to take out the bad ones like the Joker who carved that big J into Dick’s back or- or Slade who terrorized Dick for years and has tried to kill Bruce twice!” Alfred listened to Jason’s rant and portioned him a small snack of cereal.
It was one of those super sugar bomb cereals with all the chocolate and sugar costing a kid could ask for- some off brand kind Dick ate in the circus that Bruce had flown in for him every onces in a while. Jason added some 2% milk to it, he couldn’t stand whole milk for some reason, the viscosity messed with him for some reason- and he was by no reason a picky eater it was just that which gave him issues.
Alfred put the milk away and handed Jason a spoon.
“I don’t even want to kill Dent, there’s just some people that you can’t help. Why doesn’t Bruce accept that?” Jason shoveled a bite into his mouth and began chewing. “Like it’s not that difficult!”
“Master Jason- not with your mouth full.”
“Sorry.”
Alfred put a hand on Jason’s left hand, his right hand- which was his dominant hand shoved cereal into his mouth.
“I understand your frustrations with Master Bruce’s rule. But perhaps it’s not to stop you, perhaps it’s a coping mechanism after seeing Master Thomas and Mistress Martha shot?”
Jason’s brows furrowed, Bruce never said he watched his parents die. He only knew they were dead.
“I-…”
“You didn’t know, Master Jason?”
“Yeah…”
“I assumed so.” Alfred put away the cereal box, “now finish up your cereal, I want you tucked up in your bed before Master Bruce is home.”
“Yes sir.”
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As a reward for helping with a problem, John Constantine wants to give Bruce a chance to talk to his parents. “I can only do one at a time, thought, so, who’s first?”
Bruce sweats, “That won’t be necessary.”
The batkids watch like ??? they’ve seen Bruce in every state a man could succumb and raise, but they’ve never seen him scared. Alfred calmly steps forward, “Please do.”
“No. Don’t.”
John “I don’t want peace, I want trouble, always” Constantine smells some opportunity for chaos and grabs it.
The result of that is the very angry spirit of Thomas Wayne fixing Bruce with the glare of the year, “You dropped oUT OF MED SCHOOL?!” The entire mansion seems to tremble.
Bruce yelps like a scolded cat and runs around the dining table, “I was busy with BATMAN—“
“ Che cazzo è un Batman, — Get back here! You were there a year, — Che cazzo fai, CHE CAZZO FAI?! Pack your bags, you’re going back.”
To the batkids’ absolute horror Bruce starts to cry, face watery and bright, and they finally understand what Alfred meant by tantrums. “Non voglio tornare indietro, papà!”
“Non mi interessa, cazzo, — wait till your mother hears about this, Harley graduated with HONORS. What exemple are you giving to my grandkids? Don’t — Don’t run, GET BACK HERE!”
Tim sweats in high school dropout, Dick sweats in cop, Jason sweats in drug lord, Damian sweats in art kid, and Stephanie just sweats in general.
“Should, uh… Should we help?”
“Are you kidding? I haven’t seen Jason this happy since the Queen died.”
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Everyone thinks that dick was the golden child when in reality it was Jason.
Clark: Bruce who was your favourite robin?
Dick: obviously it’s me?
Tim: it’s dick
Damian: I am superior robin, it will be me.
Bruce: it’s Jason
Everyone: WHAT?!?!???
Bruce: why are you so surprised? He didn’t jump on too my chandeliers which I had to replace each week
*everyone looks at dick*
Bruce: he didn’t drop out of school
*everyone looks at tim*
Bruce: I didn’t have to stop him from killing everyone who annoyed him
*everyone looks at Damian*
Bruce: in fact, he enjoyed school and handed all his homework in on time, we would spend hours in the library reading his favourite classics. He even helped Alfred with most of the cooking, He was my little boy
Jason: stop spreading lies, I hate you go away
Bruce: my precious little boy
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Insomnia Late-Night Talks
So I've mentioned this before but I like the idea that Alfred is not ExMI6 He's just a service worker your avg Joe who is good at his job and worked up the ranks in the household.
I also love the idea that Alfred isn't close to the Wyane family as it's normally shown. He's strictly always just been the help. He never saved Thomas in the war or even has a long history with the Wayne family.
it just makes the time after Martha's and Thomas's deaths even more jarring. Not only has Bruce lost his parents he's being left to a member of the staff? While Alfred is also equally a drift who never knew he was basically the godfather to his employer's kid.(Thomas and Martha die before they could tell him)
So now they both have to learn to deal with and live in a huge empty manor with only really each other to keep company. Two people who are not huge talkers lol.
I think when it's very late at night especially when Bruce has insomnia they both can open up and really get to know each other and ask some big questions.
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au where ALL the batkids inherit bruces adopting problem, but it's for kids that remind them of themselves
When a hyper-intelligent juvenile figures out his identity and starts following him around on patrol the only thing Tim can think is that this is karma
Steph sees any spunky kid with a villain parent and a hunger for justice and goes 'mine.'
An angry, bitter kid shows up at the police station and Dick immediately starts teaching them how to juggle
Jason reiterates to himself that he's not anything like bruce while collecting crime alley kids like pokemon cards
The little redheaded techie from Barbaras workplace accidently calls her mom and she nearly cries
When a mute youth with a truly horrible father needs a place to call home, Cass doesn't hesitate when inviting them into hers.
it only makes sense for Duke to take the new meta-vigilante under his wing, right? right??
Damian doesn't realise he's mentally adopted the small, scruffy assassin sent after him until he's reading them a bedtime story.
none of them tell eachother until there's a family reunion and then it's just
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