Okay, a "Bruce who loves children and is great with kids" thought.
The Drakes, upon having Tim, organized a small private party to introduce their baby to the elite of Gotham. They haven't been out of town for months, they will not for the next months as well, they are not used to staying in the same place with nothing to do (apart from taking care of Janet and now Tim) for so long, they need a reason to see people and do something.
Bruce Wayne, a young Batman at night without any children following him yet, decides that it would be great for Brucie to show to his neighbors' party with some gifts. He needs to appear more in public, but he is tired af, so he thinks this will be easier than partying (also, he is too busy at night and Alfred told him to go, that he needs to socialize more or something)
People are a bit surprised to see Brucie Wayne, well-known playboy that does whatever he wants and throws money at all his problems, be at an alcohol-free private party about a baby, but aside from some side eyes, nothing happens. Well, until Tim is passed around.
You see, as parents of a newborn, the Drakes are tired, and this party is perfect to help them get out of this monotone period of their life, but also to make other people look after their baby, while they have some discussions about their business and hobbies. So, baby Timothy is given to people to hold, but nobody is really interested in him, most people came to talk with the Drakes, and he goes from hands to hands, until he is in Bruce's arms.
Bruce isn't here for business. Maybe he should be participating in the conversations, but he is tired, and he doesn't really want to. And, suddenly, someone gives him Tim. Bruce looks at this small baby in his arms, and he feels something awakening in him. He wants to protect and held him forever.
At this party, gently holding Tim, Bruce realizes that he wants to be a father. He never really thought about it before, he always had grief on his mind, and now, as he is holding this small child, he realizes he really wants that. He wants a family, he wants to hear children's laughter in the manor, he wants to hold a child closely to him, to share his warmth with them and feel their small heart beating. But he cannot, he is Batman, he has planned for himself a life of violence and pain. He will die in his suit, protecting Gotham. Protecting innocent children and babies like Tim, so they can grow up in a better world.
Therefore, as he holds Tim gently for the rest of the party, his eyes not leaving the sleeping face of the infant, he mourns the family he can never have. He makes this moment last as long as he can, as he dreams of and mourns the children he cannot have.
As it was a small private party, there were no paparazzi, no pictures taken of Brucie Wayne smiling softly at the baby in his arm, and Bruce never spoke about it to Alfred, even if his butler of a father could see that Bruce was off after the event. It's a secret he keeps to himself. And, when Tim comes around, Bruce promises himself he will never tell him about it. And he never did.
Unless... Unless he let it slip out one night, after his (now officially) son got really hurt doing some self-sacrificing bs they all do once in a while.
being poor is so mind numbingly boring. you can't afford hobbies, leisure activities, games, books, music, transportation for going to places, some people can't afford internet or a phone. entertainment is seen as a complete and total luxury, but what people don't realize is that people need to be entertained.
there is nothing left to do for fun that's completely free. parks are tiny and meant for dogs, mostly, they're unsanitary as hell because there's mostly just dog waste everywhere. getting to the park costs money. kids and adults alike cannot just go "play outside". adults aren't even allowed to "play," we gawk at adults who stop to play with bugs or look at small animals. adults aren't allowed to play pretend it's seen as weird. kids don't have anywhere to go- they're considered "loitering" or an annoyance if they hang around anywhere for too long. not everyone can go to bars.
it is necessary for our mental health to have things to keep ourselves entertained with. people often get caught up on a poor person having one nice thing for themselves, but after a while, that 1 nice thing gets boring, too. people need variety. we need stimulation. we need input. we need to experience the world, too
i was told by my own therapist and case worker that people need entertainment and happiness to survive. humans are not wired to suffer 24/7, no one has to earn entertainment. if you think i'm pulling things out of my ass, i'm not. multiple mental health professionals in my own life have confirmed that people need to have fun or their health will suffer. mental health is connected to physical health. you know nothing if you think this is factually inaccurate.
poor people shouldn't be relegated to boredom and never experiencing life and what the world has to afford. the entirety of entertainment should not be paywalled. people should not have to pay entry for every single event in their area, or try to find free events and struggle to pay for the transportation. it's not good for your mental health.
reading dc comics has turned me into a hater in ways that no other comics made me a hater.
and to clarify, i do not hate the characters. they are good, Nice even. they are very Complex.
on the other hand, the storyline of some of these comic runs has made me feel like i have lost braincells and when i shoved it back to my head, it was no longer a cell made for brains.
When you and your friend are both autistic and obsessed with similar BS, you spend two hours creating a floor plan for a fictional character in your fanfic. It is cursed and I hate it deeply with much love.
hate solas or not romance him or not whatever like. i dont understand how he doesnt drive everyone CRAZY as a character.
like. have you ever just sat and thought about. what it must be like. the trauma. the shakespearean sadness of being the only person that remembers DEATH not being a thing.
and you feel so insane because youre going around telling people “no you dont understand the world as it exists now is fucking horrible people used to not DIE.” and theyre like “its fine as it is just let it be and let us live and die as we are”, desperate for you to acknowledge their personhood. Meanwhile your entire race is the victim of genocide and slavery and cultural erasure, what little magic remains in the world is shunned and mages are systematically imprisoned for being fucking born and people die of old age and its because of you. and now its your cross to bear to atone for ALL of that and justify to people that the world could be better but no one else knows anything different so they dont get it and just know they dont want to die.
And so the only way you can cope with the trauma of that is by treating the world and everyone in it like it’s a bad dream.
Its just so existential. It’s like what if you could talk to God and ask him why he made the world but he was just some vaguely pathetic dude and his answer was “it was a mistake and i regret it every day”.
googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much
My favorite dynamic is "will bite" and "has a bite sleeve"
Bruce: How To Get Your Own Child - sex not required
Alfred: Family Dinner Vlog (everyone's alive)
Kate: How to get a girlfriend in 8 steps - tutorial
Dick: I'm not like my dad, haters!
Babs: wtf Gotham - a compilation
Jason: how to sever 8 heads in 30 minutes (hypothetically)
Cass: go scare the shit out of people with me
Tim: how I became Batman's therapist
Steph: looking for my ex's spleen day 179
Damian: stealing the batmobile pt. 82
Duke: how i became a gang leader at 13
battinson befriends the tiny child playing with his ipad in a corner at this gala. it’s timmy :)