Bruce never thought he’d have a family. After losing his mother and father that night years ago, he couldn’t even begin to imagine how he of all people, orphaned at the age of eight, would manage to create the comfort of a home he could barely remember now.

That was until Dick came along, then Jason, then Tim, Cass, Damian, Duke... It’d been hard, he’d screwed up more than a hundred times and hurt them in ways he wished he didn’t remember…but he’s learned, and grown, and is at a point where he can look at Jason in the eye and smile, giving him a firm— slightly awkward— hug.

He was more than content with his family, the one he slowly raised and grew along with. And then he met you on an unfortunate night of patrolling where he’d been bruised and battered worse than all the other nights. One where his face was revealed to you through a tethered cowl, and where you promised his secret was safe with you. And that’s when he found his missing piece.

He kept coming back occasionally, then a little more often with the excuse of being beaten so badly he needed immediate attention. Then a bit more frequently with lesser injuries, until he just stared popping through your window, well just because.

Under all that “nonchalance” of his was the hopeless, yearning romantic who began courting you the right way; dinner dates in your home, late nights at the diner, introductions to his kids and friends, and taking you to fancy dinners. The paparazzi ate it all up, and he was more than happy to take playboy out of his title.

Finally, after years, Bruce became a married man, and he was more than happy. And after a couple more years he was walking into the manor with his 5 year old son in his arms, wearing a matching tux, and with the biggest grin adorning his face. “You’re growing too fast. Now I’m really feeling old.”