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When Dick gets hit by a byproduct of fear toxin, the deluge of emotions he's been harboring comes pouring out.
And Bruce cannot help him fight them.
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Breeze in the Monochrome Night by RenaiRin
Fandoms: DCU, DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
09 Feb 2026
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When his parent's had died, he'd thought that'd be the end of it.
Of his home, his world, the red cascading down his fingertips.
The pain.
But Gotham wasn't finished. She was only getting started.
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Or, the Young Bruce AU where we do a deep dive into all the little things that made him the Batman
Bookmarked by Banbaran
15 Feb 2026
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Duke’s sixteenth is coming up, and Bruce asks his older kids to help him come up with a traditional Batfamily gift.
At which point it becomes clear the two ‘smartest’ members of the family are living under a major misunderstanding.
Bookmarked by Banbaran
14 Feb 2026
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Emotional Motion Sickness by Batbirdies
Fandom Batman (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
31 Oct 2020
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A series beginning with Bruce Wayne finally deciding to go to therapy, and the ripple effect afterwards. Most will be hurt/comfort in some fashion with a lot of Bat Dad, a lot of sibling relationships and a lot of Jason Todd because he’s my fav.
This is something of an attempt to consolidate both Bruce’s original characterization pre-crisis, and his more current one, to explain why he is as he is now, and to get him back to where he once was. A good dad who struggled with his own shortcomings and cared about his kids.
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Bookmarked by Banbaran
07 Jan 2026
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Strange Shadows by Beauty_In_Her_Darkness
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Nightwing (Comics)
12 Jul 2020
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It was well after two in the morning by the time Dick climbed inside through his window, every inch of his body throbbing. The silence of his apartment felt oppressive after the roar of the wind had been deafening him for the last two hours. He stumbled into his bedroom, not bothering to even turn on the lights, and headed straight for his closet. He pulled off his domino mask and escrima sticks first, the motions automatic. His mind felt clouded. Foggy. He knew there were things he needed do, wounds he needed to take care of, but all he wanted to do was lie down. Not that sleep had been his friend recently.
Dick stilled as the cold, metal barrel of a gun kissed his bare neck.
"Bang. You're dead, little bird."
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Bookmarked by Banbaran
06 Jan 2026
