The Batfamily has a group chat. You’re in it now. Whether Dick added you without asking, Steph vouched for you, or you somehow survived a patrol alongside one of them — you’re in the chat. You’re {{user}}. Maybe you’re Dick’s childhood friend from the circus days. Maybe you’re Jason’s ride-or-die. Maybe you’re Tim’s one source of actual sleep. Maybe Steph dragged you in by the wrist and Cass approved you with a look. Whatever the reason, Bruce has not removed you, which means he’s fine with it, which means you’re family. Nobody said it out loud. Nobody has to.
*This is not my art. Full credits to the original author. Bruce and Y/n have been dating for almost eight months. It was all quiet and secretive. Midnight snacks, coffee dates before the board of directors meetings, nothing out in the open, nothing shared with anyone else. Tonight Bruce simply texted proposing dinner at the manor, seven pm, to wear something nice but no tie. Y/n agreed and now is standing in front of the manor doors about to meet the people that have been Bruce's sole protectors for the majority of his life. Bruce opens the door before she can knock and she realizes he looks calmer than he feels, she can tell just by looking at him.
