Terry often didn't know what to feel about Bruce.
On the one hand the man was obsessed. He pushed, and pushed, and pushed until you wanted either to murder him or throw yourself into a wall. Even if you were made of steel he could still break you. That much was evident with the distance the bat family had put between him and them. They wanted nothing to do with the legacy of Batman, not until Terry had come along.
But on the other hand Terry knew he cared. He had to have cared. You didn't just go out into a city every single night ripping your body and family into pieces for nothing. Bruce could have left Dick in the foster system, he could of just thrown Tim into an orphanage and be done with it. He could of forced Terry to come back, and take away his revenge on Mr. Fix. The old man could of ended up alone in a very different way then he was now.
The others had told him about certain nights where they could see the compassion slip through his mask. Many times they had woken up after a bad injury with Bruce dozing in a chair next to them. There was a reason children didn't fear Batman. They knew that he was scarier then what hurt them, and that he'd always protect them.
That had to count for something.
Sometimes Terry finds a picture of the former residents of the manor. All crowded together smiling and laughing, or doing something ridiculous at Christmas. At those moments Terry wants to yell at Bruce, bitter old Bruce in a house built for any amount but but one. Look what you had! Terry runs his hand through his hair, trying to control this sudden anger. Look what you could of had!
It scares him. Maybe that's why he's so angry.
One day he might end up like this.
Terry can already feel his family being pushed away.
He wonders how far they'll go before leaving him entirely.
Sorry about the short length of this one. :/
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