Bruce always caught his kids.

Always.

No matter what was happening, the second he heard his name, he was there, reaching for his children as they jumped off of cars, ledges, buildings, knowing he would wrap them up in his arms and keep them safe from the fall.

It all started with Dick flinging himself at Bruce when he was Robin, it was then passed to Jason, to Tim, reluctantly to Damian. Even Steph and Cass started doing it sometimes. Duke had done it once.

You were the newest of his brood.

You had been with the family for quite some time now, working as a vigilante every longer than that. Yet you had never trusted Bruce to catch you.

Tonight, you and Bruce were running a drug bust, crippling Penguin’s supply of Bliss. You were just so exhausted, crouched up on the rafters as Bruce tied up the last unconscious goon.

You didn't want to climb all the way back down… He had proven himself trustworthy.

And he was right in catching distance!

What could go wrong?