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what if I said teen dad Erik with twins?

Fuck a Stephanie pregnancy storyline. The only one in the batfam who fits the teen parent trope is Bruce.

Here's the ugly start of a beautiful ending; Waynes don't cry. The more Bruce does, the less he feels like one. It's not uncommon or irregular for him to cry at his parents grave.

It's just like last time; Like the first time. It's always the first time when they speak.

Except his hands weren't bleeding back then.

They call him The Bat. They say he's made of shadow and moonlight. That there's actually no man under the cowl at all. That he's a monster, bred from Gotham's nightmare pit. or a God.

He's not. A monster, he is, but God? No. Batman was a victim first.

What's also unusual is that little Tim Drake is so sloppy with his hiding place. "You can stop hiding, Tim." A meek squeak pipes up behind another gravestone.

"You can see me?"

"I always see you." He says, gloved hand swiping off frosty snow off Martha’s grave. His mama hates being cold. "And you see me too, right?"

"... Mr. Wayne, -- are you...Are you Batman?" Mr. Wayne. That's how old he is at 19. More importantly, he nods. There's no use in lying to children. Especially when they have no one to ask, or to tell.

"And do you-- do you have a partner?"

A negative shake of head.

"Oh. I don't have one either! So if you're offering..."

Bruce snorts, body light and airy like it hasn't been in years, and this is why he likes kids more than adults. "Tempting, but no. Next time you take photos of me, turn the lighting off. "

He blushes, but that pout is determined. His parents' gravestones feel warm to touch.

So maybe Tim can't be Robin. But when he knocks on Bruce's door, tiny bag in hand, he makes it clear he'll be a Wayne. Until he can be Robin.

"Hn."

"This is a bad idea, sir."

"Yup,"

"Don't kid. I'm serious. "

"No, you're Alfred," Bruce covers a sleepy Tim with his cape after he stuck into the Batmboile.

Having to explain to Jim why a 4 year old was in the back of a teen vigilante's car was problematic enough. "Don't worry. I won't let this one die." And he means it, too. He means it, and it amounts to nothing, but it counts