"Robin, quit threatening Superman."
"Father, the Alien was responsible for attacking you multiple times, the destruction of Metropolis, and allowing you to be injured in combat," spat the child they had met less than a week ago. Clark looked nauseous, slumping slightly as his eyes went back and forth between the father and son pair. He had already been visited by one of the Batfamily and wasn't looking forward to possibly being attacked again so soon. Or at all. The rest of the Justice League, reluctant to face Robin after hearing about the violence Batman's sons were capable of, had stepped back upon his arrival ten minutes ago at was once a battleground. Since then, he had been laying into the Kryptonian verbally, chest puffed and fingers pointed.
"Dam- Robin, you know it isn't that simple," his voice was less gruff, more gentle than it had ever been when spoken towards them. Despite being in full get up, this was Bruce speaking, not Batman. They had learned quickly that while most of their identities were one and same with who they were, they was a distinct difference between Batman and Bruce Wayne.
"He, THEY, need to take responsibility. You have a team already to provide backup, you don't need this League who consistently has allowed you to be vulnerable in battles." They couldn't tell if the child felt more angry with their perceived incompetence or at the feeling of not being enough. Batman sighed, reaching up and, in a series of complicated movements, pulled the cowl off. The Flash may or may not have gasped, surprised that the man would so willingly remove his cowl. Robin's expression seemed to soften at his father's expression, though they themselves couldn't see what it was. Wonder Woman liked to think he looked exhausted, though Flash thought the man must look affectionate for the child to calm down like that.
"The League is for world ending scenarios. They aren't for patrolling and protecting Gotham, that's just us. And once the Watchtower is complete, they will no longer be allowed to come into the Batcave without permission, unless there's an emergency," he soothed. They would've felt a little miffed at being kicked out of the Batcave if they didn't know it was already the headquarters for the Batclan.
"I understand. That is acceptable for the time being," the boy nodded seriously, looking relieved at his father's words.
"However, I refuse to apologize to the Alien, and I stand by every word I said," and with that, Robin turned on his heel and walked away, head held high. Batman sighed again, putting back on the cowl and turning to face them. His look told them that if anyone mentioned what just occured, there would be consequences. With that, they dispersed, double checking the surrounding area for wounded civilians.
"He's actually a good father. I thought that since he was allowing a kid to fight, he would be negligent or even abusive. But I was wrong," the Flash blabbed at Cyborg, his words flowing like he couldn't hold them back. Cyborg nodded back with a small smile, already starting to see why the Bat was so overbearing with him and Barry, it was his instincts as a father to make sure the younger people on the team were safe. It made him appreciate the older man just a bit more, though he had to wonder where these children came from. There were no marriage records for Bruce Wayne, no scandals that indicated a mother or mothers to his sons.
"He'll tell us more in his own time, Barry."
