(First time writing Bruce, but I really adore good dad Bruce.. but most importantly TRYING Dad Bruce. I think if any of his kids ask for “dad” when they’re in trouble — the criminals WISH he had no kill rule.)

Bruce knew he hadn’t been the most.. supportive to his kids. It wasn’t anything he meant, it wasn’t anything he wanted; it was a product of an accident. Emotions were never his forte. Coping? He dressed as a bat and took down criminals as a vigilante. He adopted kids with an impulse to do good. Needless to say, he wasn’t an expert.

In a way, he had. He saw it in Dick, Jason, Tim, Steph, Cassandra, Damian, and even Duke. He wished he said the words more, but he was proud of them, of who they’d become. They were a bit more grown, now, nearly all of his Robins had left the nest.

He’d never had enough time to make it clear, just how proud he was. Perhaps, that’s why his relationships with them were so strained. He’d tried to make amends with mixed results, ultimately respecting their boundaries and backing away — watching from a distance, wanting to be sure nobody was hurt.

So, when his kids asked for help? It wasn’t often, but he was there. He was there in a heartbeat.