Brothers on Gotham Roof
On a chilly Gotham night, under the pale glow of the city's streetlights, Dick Grayson stood on top of the roof of a towering skyscraper, his hands resting on the ledge.
His breath fogged in the cold air as he gazed out at the sprawling city below. The sound of footsteps behind him didn't startle him as he knew who it was without turning around.
"Jason" Dick greeted as the younger man joined him, leaning against the ledge with a sigh.
"Dick," Jason replied, his voice gruff, though not friendly. They stood in silence for a moment, the distant hum of the city filling the space between them.
"It's been a while," Dick said, breaking the silence, his eyes still fixed on the city. "Since we've had a chance to just...talk."
Jason nodded, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah. Gotham keeps us busy." He glanced over at Dick, his eyes softening as they shared a moment of understanding. "How's the old man?"
Dick chuckled softly. "Bruce is... Bruce. You know how he is. Always on patrol, always trying to keep the city from tearing itself apart. And Tim-he's with him tonight."
"Tim," Jason muttered, a hint of affection in his voice. "The kid's come a long way. Always trying to prove himself. Just like we did."
"Yeah," Dick agreed, finally turning to face Jason. "He's got a lot of heart. And Bruce... he sees that in him. Just like he saw it in us."
Jason's expression darkened slightly, memories of his own time with Bruce surfacing. "He sure has a way of picking strays, doesn't he?"
Dick placed a hand on Jason's shoulder, the gesture full of unspoken understanding. "He sees the potential in people, Jason. Even when we don't see it in ourselves."
Jason sighed, looking away. "Yeah, I know. But sometimes.. It's hard not to feel like just another soldier in his war."
Dick nodded, understanding the weight behind Jason's word's. "It's more than that, Jason. You know it is. He cares about us-maybe more than he knows how to show."
A moment of silence passed between them, the bond they shared palpable in the cold night air.
"Do you think he ever regrets it?" Jason asked quietly. "Bringing us into his world?"
Dick thought for a moment before shaking his head. "No, I don't think he does. He might worry, he might fear for us, but he doesn't regret it. He believes in us. Just like we believe in him."
Jason let out a slow breath, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "Yeah. Maybe you're right."
They stood together in silence once more, two brothers bound by the same man, by the same mission. The city below them buzzed with life, but up here, on this rooftop, they found a rare moment of peace.
"Let's go check on Tim," Dick said finally, a smile forming on his lips. "Make sure Bruce isn't driving him too hard."
Jason grinned, the old spark returning to his eyes. "Yeah, let's do that. Wouldn't want the kid to feel left out."
And with that, they leapt off the rooftop, two shadows moving in tandem through the night, their bond as strong as ever.
Love and support Unveiled
In the depths of the BatCave, Bruce Wayne sat hunched over at his console, his eyes staring blankly at the screens filled with reports and footage. His mind, however, was far from the tasks at hand.
The weight of every loss he had endured pressed down on him-the faces of the children he had taken in, trained, and loved as his own haunted him. The fear of losing them, of failing them, gnawed at his core.
As Bruce's hands trampled, he barely registered the sound of someone entering the Batcave. Clark Kent, dressed in his usual red and blue, had flown in, intent on finally confessing the feelings he had kept hidden for so long.
But as he landed softly behind Bruce, he realized something was terribly wrong.
"Bruce?" Clark's voice was gentle, filled with concern as he approached.
Bruce didn't respond, his breathing uneven, his gaze lost in the memories that tormented him. Clark reached out, placing a firm but comforting hand on Bruce's shoulder.
The touch seemed to pull Bruce back from the edge, his eyes flickering up to meet Clark's.
"I can't lose them, Clark," Bruce whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I can't lose anyone else."
Clark knelt beside him, his presence a grounding force in the storm of Bruce's mind. "You won't lose them. You're not alone in this, Bruce. You've got people who care about you, who want to be there for you."
Bruce closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. It was rare for him to let anyone see him like this, but with Clark, he felt an unexpected safety.
Taking a deep breath, Clark decided now was the moment. "Bruce, I need you to know something. I've been holding it back for a long time, but seeing you like this... I can't wait any longer."
Bruce looked at Clark, confusion and vulnerability in his eyes.
"I love you Bruce," Clark said, his voice steady and full of sincerity. "I've loved you for a long time. I know this might not be the best time to say it, but I needed you to know."
Bruce blinked, the words slowly sinking in. In the midst of his turmoil, the confession was like a light breaking through the darkness. He didn't respond with words, but the way his hand gripped Clark's was enough.
Clark smiled softly, pulling Bruce into a gentle embrace. "You don't have to face any of this alone. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We'll get through this together."
Bruce allowed himself to lean into Clark's warmth, the tension in his body slowly unwinding. For the first time in what felt like forever, he wasn't shouldering the burden alone. And with Clark by his side, he knew he wouldn't have to again.
From the moment they started their journey together, Bruce found strength in Clark's love and support, and Clark fulfilled his promise never to leave Bruce alone.
Alien Friendship Blooms
On a cold, moonless night in Gotham, Bruce Wayne stood on a rooftop, his cape billowing in the wind as he surveyed the city. The darkness was his ally, a comforting shroud that hid him from the criminals below. But tonight, something felt off.
He heard the faintest rustle of wind, and then, out of nowhere, a figure descended from the sky. It was Clark Kent, the alien known as superman.
Bruce's eyes narrowed beneath his cowl. "What do you want, aliens?" His voice was low, laced with distrust.
Clark landed softly, his cape settling around him. He offered a small, genuine smile. "I've heard stories about the famous Batman. I wanted to see if they were true."
Bruce didn't respond, his silence speaking volumes. He didn't want this alien in his city, disrupting his carefully maintained order. Yet, Clark was persistent. Night after night, he appeared, not to interfere, but simply to watch, to learn.
Weeks passed, and Bruce found himself grudgingly respecting the man's persistence and genuine desire to help. He still didn't trust him completely, but he started to see Clark for what he was: a being who wanted to protect, just as Bruce did.
One night, as Clark silently landed beside, Bruce didn't immediately ask him to leave.
Instead, he glanced at the man of steel and muttered, "You're not so bad... for an alien."
Clark's smile was brighter than the Gotham night sky. "Thanks, Bruce."
And from that moment, the seeds of their friendship began to take root.
Family Reunion at Wayne Manor
Alfred had been busy that morning, setting the table for six in the grand dining hall of Wayne Manor. It was rare for all the Wayne children to be under one roof-Dick, Jason, and Damian had each gone their separate ways, forging their own paths as vigilantes, while Tim and Stephanie stayed closer to home, working alongside Bruce in Gotham.
The smell of Alfred's famous roast wafted through the manor as one by one, the Bat-family members arrived, unaware of what awaited them.
Dick was the first to walk in, his easygoing smile faltering slightly when he saw Jason already seated, brooding over a cup of coffee. Damian entered next, his sharp eyes narrowing as he surveyed the room, and a snarky remark already forming on his lips.
Tim and Stephanie arrived together, chatting about their latest case, but they fell silent when they noticed the tension in the room.
Bruce watched his children from the doorway, his usual expression softening just a bit. "Glad you all could make it," he said, his voice even.
"What's this about, Alfred?" Dick asked, cutting straight to the point.
"Simple, Master Dick," Alfred replied, a knowing twinkle in his eye. "It's time for you all to remember that no matter where you are or what you're doing, this-" he gestured to the room, "-is your family."
The room grew quiet, the unspoken issues between them hanging heavily in the air. Damian glanced at Jason, who met his gaze with a hard stare, both of them carrying unresolved anger from past conflicts.
Dick looked at Tim, seeing the younger man struggling under the weight of expectations. Stephanie watched them all, her usual cheerfulness tempered by the awareness that something had to change.
Bruce stepped forward, placing a hand on Damian's shoulder. "We all have our battles," he said, his voice steady. "But the battles in here," he tapped his chest, "are the ones that can tear us apart if we let them."
Jason was the first to break the silence, his voice gruff. "I didn't come here to play happy family, Bruce."
"Neither did I," Damian muttered, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
"But you came," Tim said quietly, looking between them. "You all came."
Dick sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I think what Tim's trying to say is... we wouldn't be here if we didn't care. Even if we don't always show it."
Alfred moved to the head of the table,serving the meal with practiced grace. "Let's start with dinner," he suggested, "and see where the evening takes us."
As they began to eat, the tension slowly eased, the conversation turning to lighter topics. Laughter, hesitant at first, began to fill the room. It wasn't perfect, but it was a start-a reminder that, despite everything, they were still a family.
And for Bruce, that was enough.
Contingency Plans Revealed To Them
At the Watchtower, the tension was palpable. Batman stood at the far end of the sleek conference room, his arms crossed, face concealed behind the mask. Across from him sat Superman, ever the symbol of calm, but even Clark couldn't hide the unease in his eyes.
Around the table, other superheroes - Wonder Woman, The Flash, Green Lantern, Aquaman, and Martian Manhunter - exchanged concerned glances.
"So," Wonder Woman finally spoke, her voice calm but firm. "Is it true, Batman? You have contingency plans... for all of us?"
Batman's glaze didn't waver. "Yes."
A heavy silence fell over the room.
Flash broke it with a nervous laugh. "Wait, wait... contingency plans? Like what? Kryptonite in case Superman catches a cold?"
"It's not a joke, Berry," Superman said quietly. His voice was firm, though not unkind. "Bruce has plans to neutralize each of us in case we ever go rogue."
The room Erupted. Aquaman slammed his fist on the table, his eyes narrowing. "You mean you have ways to kill us?"
Batman remained silent for a moment, letting the outburst subsides. "If necessary," He finally said. "If any of you were compromised - turned against humanity or against each other - someone would need to stop you. I created those plans to ensure that if the unthinkable happened, there was a way to protect innocent lives."
Green Lantern leaned forward, his ring glowing faintly. "And who watches over you, Batman? Who has the plan for you?"
Without hesitation, Superman spoke up. "I do."
The shock in the room was immediate, but Batman seemed unfazed. Superman's eyes met his, a shared understanding passing between them.
"You all know why these plans are necessary," Batman said, his voice low, unwavering. "We've fought enemies who have tried to turn us against each other. We've been possessed, mind controlled, manipulated. The risks are too great to ignore."
"But to keep it a secret?" Wonder Woman countered, her voice laced with disappointment. "We're a team, Bruce. We trust each other."
"Trust doesn't negate preparation," Batman replied. "If I'd told you, would any of you have accepted it? Knowing there's a plan to take you down if something goes wrong?"
Flash shook his head. "We fight together, save the world together. How are we supposed to fight side by side knowing you've got a plan to neutralize us?"
"Because it's not about trust," Batman said. "It's about responsibility. I know how dangerous we can be. That's why the plans exist. They aren't weapons to be used lightly. Only in dire circumstances, when there's no other option."
There was a moment of silence as the team absorbed his words.
Superman, who had been quiet for most of the conversation, finally spoke again. "Bruce didn't make these plans because he doesn't trust us. He made them because he knows the risks better than anyone. He's always been the one who thinks five steps ahead, even when it means being the one we all question."
Wonder Woman signed, folding her arms. "I understand the reasoning. But if we're a team, then we need transparency. We need to know what those plans are."
Batman hesitated, glancing at Superman, who gave him a small nod of encouragement.
"I'll share them," Batman finally said. "But know this: these plans are a last resort. They're to save lives, not to control or undermine you."
The room felt lighter, the air less strained. The other heroes exchanged glances, and one by one, they began to nod in agreement.
As the meeting adjourned, Batman lingered in the room for a moment, staring at the table. Superman approached him, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"You did the right thing, Bruce."
Batman didn't reply, his mind was already turning to the next possible threat. Because while the others could now rest easier, Batman knew the dangers were always out there - always lurking, waiting. And he would always be ready.
Superhero Pregnancy
It had been an intense night, one that left Bruce breathless and Exhilarated in a way only Clark could. They had shared a passion that transcended their differences - Clark, an alien with God-like powers, and Bruce, a human but no less powerful in his own right.
However, the morning brought something unexpected.
Bruce sat on the bathroom floor, gripping the sink as another wave of nausea overtook him. Clark, concerned and already dressed for the day, found him slumped over, pale and sweating.
"Bruce? What's wrong?" Clark asked, kneeling down besides him, worry etched on his face.
Bruce tried to respond, but his stomach lurched again, and he vomited into the toilet. Clark rubbed his back gently,staying by his side as Bruce struggled to find his words between the bouts of sickness.
"I don't know," Bruce managed to choke out after a few moments. "Something's...wrong."
Clark stayed with him through the morning, never leaving his side, even when Bruce insisted he didn't need to hover. The sickness lingered for hours, but eventually, it subsided, leaving Bruce exhausted and confused.
He had been through countless battles, fought against enemies that pushed him to his limit, but this felt different. This felt internal.
Over the next few weeks, Bruce began experiencing strange changes. He was stronger, faster - abilities he hadn't had before . At first, he chalked it up to Clark's influence, Maybe even residual affected by their intimate connection.
But as time passed, he couldn't deny that something was different about him. Something is growing.
It took Bruce four weeks to figure it out, though deep down, he had already suspected. A trip to the Batcaves advanced medical lab confirmed it: he was pregnant. Four weeks along, with Clark's child.
The revelation shook him to his core. He hadn't imagined it was possible. He sat with the news for days, unsure of how to tell Clark, how to make sense of this new reality.
But he didn't need to. Clark found out on his own a month later, his super senses picking up on the subtle changes in Bruce physiology. It didn't take him long to put the pieces together.
"Bruce," Clark said one night, his tone gentle but filled with certainty. "You're pregnant, aren't you?"
Bruce looked away, his jaw tense, before finally nodding. "I wanted to tell you, but... I didn't know how."
Clark took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. "We'll get through this. Together. I want this, Bruce, if you do."
After a long conversation, they decided to go through with the pregnancy. Neither of them knew what to expect, but they hoped for the best. Clark was with Bruce every step of the way, supporting him as Bruce's body adjusted to carrying their child - children.
They later discovered, Bruce was expecting twins.
Nine months later, after a long and arduous journey, Bruce gives birth to a set of twins - a boy and a girl. They named them Konner and Amelia, both beautiful and with their father's striking powers.
The BatFamily welcomed the new addition with open arms, thrilled to have three new super-powered members. Besides Damian and Jason who were a little annoyed that Clark had touched their father without their permission.
Despite the challenges ahead, Bruce and Clark embraced their growing family, knowing that they could face anything as long as they had each other.
Justice League Discovers Batman
The Justice League had been in session for hours, the room buzzing with tension. A new threat had surfaced, one capable of infiltrating even their most secure systems. During the analysis, one piece of data stood out: Bruce Wayne.
Batman's true identity had been accidentally uncovered while investigating the breach.
The League members sat in stunned silence as the Batcomputer displayed the connection. For years, they'd fought alongside Batman, trusting his judgment, but none had ever questioned who he was behind the mask until now.
Wonder Woman was the first to speak. "We have to decide what to do with this information. It's dangerous to leave his identity exposed, but revealing it could harm us all."
Aquaman frowned. "He's kept secrets from us before, but this? Why should we trust him if he doesn't trust us?"
Flash leaned forward. "Come on, guys, It's Batman. He's always been the 'keep it secret, keep it safe' type. We knew that going in."
Green Lantern added, "Yeah, but this is different. If someone like Luthor or Joker finds out he's Bruce Wayne, it's not just Batman who's in danger, it's the entire League. We need to have a plan."
Superman, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "We can't forget what Batman has done for us, for the world. He's always had a reason for his secrecy. We own him the same respect he's given us,"
There was a murmur of agreement, but the tension still lingered in the air. Wonder Woman crossed her arms. "So what do we do? Ignore it? Protect him at all costs?"
Superman stood. "I'll talk to him."
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Later that night, deep in the Batcave, Superman appeared besides Bruce, who was already expecting him. Without turning from the Batcomputer, Batman spoke, "They know."
Superman nodded. "It was an accident. The breach revealed the connection. They're worried, but no one's going to expose you. Not unless you want them too."
Bruce turned to face Clark, his expression unreadable behind the cowl. "And what do you think?"
Clark crossed his arms, his cape swaying in the still air of the cave. "I think you've earned their trust, but this is different. They're scared of what happens if someone else finds out. They're wondering why you never told them."
Batman narrowed his eyes. "The fewer people who know, the safer Gotham is. The safer everyone is."
Superman nodded again, understanding the weight Bruce carried. "I told them as much. But this might be a chance for you, Bruce. To let them in. If you don't, someone else might force their way in."
For a moment, the Batcave was silent, save for the hum of the Batcomputer. Bruce let out a quiet sign. "And what did they decide?"
Clark smiled faintly. "They decide they trust you. Whatever you want to do with this, It's your call."
Batman turned back to the screen, fingers flying over the keys. "Then I'll make sure no else ever gets this close again."
Clark places a hand on Bruce's shoulder. "You don't have to do it alone, you know,"
Bruce glanced at him, his mouth twitching ever so slightly. "I know."
With that, Superman flew off into the night, leaving Bruce to his thoughts. The League had learned his secret. but for now, it remained protected. And as long as they stood together, the darkness surrounding his identity would stay at bay.
But Batman would be ready. He always was.
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BatFamily Protects Adopted Child
Bruce Wayne had seen the worst Gotham had to offer, but even he was taken aback when he found a 6 year old girl abandoned in the alleyway behind Wayne Tower. Her small face, streaked with dirt and tears, broke through his emotional defenses in an instant.
He didn't need Afred's gentle nudge to know what had to be done. He took her home, gave her a warm meal, gave her a bath, introduced her to his other kids and by the next morning, had decided to adopt her.
The rest of the BatFamily watched in quiet awe as Bruce stepped into his role as her father with more ease than expected. He kept her close, always making sure she felt safe and loved, something that had been denied from her for so long. Her laughter began to fill the halls of Wayne Manor, and for the first time in a long while, it felt like a true home.
But the BatFamily wasn't satisfied with just just giving her a new life. They wanted justice.
Nightwing was the first to bring it up, the spark of anger in his eyes unmistakable. "We know who did this. We know who left her out there. We can't just let that slide."
Jason, leaning against the Batcomputer, smirked. "I say we give them a taste of Gotham's justice."
Even Tim, usually the voice of reason, nodded in agreement. "They don't deserve to get away with it. What they did... It's unforgivable."
And so, while Bruce stayed home with his new daughter, ensuring her nights were free from nightmares, the rest of the BatFamily set out on their mission. They moved silently, shadows against the night sky, tracking down the girl's parents with ruthless efficiency.
They found them in a run down apartment on the far side of the Narrows. The confrontation was quick, brutal, and without hesitation. Nightwing was the first to land a punch, fueled by all the injustice he'd seen over the years. Red Hood was more than happy to follow, his strikes leaving bruises that would remind them of their sins for weeks to come.
When the job was done, they left the parents in the hands of the authorities, broken and bloodied, but still alive. The official report would later state that they had been 'apprehended after resisting arrest.' No one would ask questions.
By the time they returned to Wayne Manor, Bruce had just finished reading a bedtime story to the girl. As the rest of the family filtered in, Bruce gave them a long thoughtful look. Sensing the lingering energy from their night.
Bruce: You took care of it, didn't you?
Bruce asked, his voice calm. They exchanged glances, but no one said a word. The silence was answerable enough. Bruce nodded, a hint of pride in his eyes.
Bruce: Good. I'm glad you guys care about her.
None of them spoke about it again. To the outside world, they were simply the Wayne Family, Gotham's princes and princesses . But deep down, they knew what they had done. And Bruce, for all his morality, couldn't have been any prouder with his kids.
The girl, unaware of the lengths her new family had gone to protect her, continued to thrive. She smiled more, laughed more. And when she called Bruce 'dad' for the first time, a quiet understanding passed between him and the rest of the Bat-Wayne-Family.
They would do anything for her. Anything at all.
‧͙*･ To Be Continue ･*‧͙
Joker Threatens The Wayne Family
Bruce Wayne sat at the head of the conference table, his expression calm, as the Gotham City elite discussed the future of a new development project. His mind was fully focused on the meeting until his phone vibrated in his pocket. Casually, he glanced at the caller ID. It was Alfred.
Bruce: Excuse me, I need to take this.
Bruce said smoothly, standing up from his chair.
He stepped out of the conference room, his calm demeanor instantly shifting. As soon as he answered the call, Alfred's voice came through urgent but steady.
Alfred: Master Wayne, there's been an incident involving the Joker.
Bruce's heart skipped a beat, but he kept his voice level.
Bruce: What happened?
Alfred: Master Dick, Miss Stephanie, and Master Jason had a run in with him. They're all fine, but he got away. And it appears the Joker may have information about the newest member of the family.
Bruce's eyes darkened. The girl. The little girl he had just adopted.
Bruce: I'll be there immediately.
Bruce said before hanging up. He turned, walking briskly down the hallway, his mind racing. The Joker knowing about her could mean disaster. As Bruce stormed past the astonished board members, one of them called after him.
BM: Mr. Wayne, is everything alright?
Bruce: Family emergency.
Without breaking stride, Bruce had simply replied. His tone was chipped and no one dared ask further.
Bruce rushed toward his car, already calculating his next steps. If the Joker even thought about laying a hand on his family, he would regret it. As he sped through Gotham's streets towards Wayne Manor, his only thought was getting to them before the Joker made his next move.
Bruce's car screeched to a halt in front of Wayne Manor. Without wasting a second, he strode into the house, his pace fast and urgent. The front doors slammed shut as Alfred appeared in the foyer, his expression gave but calm as ever.
Alfred: In the study sir.
Alfred said quietly. Bruce nodded, quickly making his way to the study where Dick, Jason, and Stephanie sat. The tension in the room was noticeable as they turned to face Bruce. Jason leaned against the fireplace, arms crossed, his jaw clenched. Dick sat on the edge of the desk while Stephanie paced the room clearly agitated.
Bruce's eyes swept over them, ensuring they were unharmed before he spoke.
Bruce: What happened?
Dick stood up first, meeting Bruce's intense gaze.
Dick: We tracked down Joker after getting a lead on his movements. things were going smoothly until he started talking about her..
Bruce's fist clenched, but he kept his voice steady.
Bruce: Kaylani?
Stephanie nodded, stopping her pacing.
Stephanie: He knew more than he should, Bruce. Joker said..that she was abandoned for a reason. That she's not just a random girl but part of something bigger.
Jason, still leaning against the fireplace, chimed in his voice gruff.
Jason: He made it sound like she's connected to something dark. Something that could put her and all of us in danger.
Bruce's eyes narrowed. The Joker's games were always twisted, but this? Going after Kaylani, the innocent little he'd just taken in, made it personal.
Bruce took a deep breath, walking over to them.
Bruce: Kaylani is family. Whatever Joker thinks he knows, whatever games he's playing. It doesn't matter. She's one of us.
Dick nodded, his expression softening. Stephanie crossed her arms, standing firm.
Dick: Of course, Bruce. We just wanted you to know..but she's family to us too. We won't let anything happen to her.
Stephanie: She's Wayne now. We protect our own.
Jason finally pushed off the wall and walked closer to Bruce. His voice was lower now, but there was steel in it.
Jason: No matter what Joker's planning we've got her back.
Bruce looked at each of them, his heart swelling with pride. Despite all their differences and complicated pasts, they stood united on this. Kaylani was family, and family meant everything.
Bruce: Good, then we handle this together. Joker doesn't touch her. Ever.
Bruce said his voice was firm but filled with a rare warmth. As they nodded in agreement, the Wayne-BatFamily silently resolved to face whatever was coming because Kaylani belonged to them now, and no one will mess with the Waynes if they want to continue to live.