Bruce Wayne -5-

“You want to marry one of my kids?” Bruce echoes you, raising an eyebrow at you. “And you want my permission?”

Most of his kids are adults, now. Bruce doesn’t always keep up to date on their relationships, especially since a great majority of them travel the world or have other obligations that keep him from having family get togethers as often as he’d like- and even then, his kids don’t bring their partners in fear of a fight breaking out. His kids don’t need his permission to get married.

But it’s obviously important to you.

He squints, trying to imagine which of his children you’re asking after. He’s never even met you before- you’d come in and introduced yourself nervously, looking like you were going to pass out as you passed the family portrait. He’d sat you down in the library with a cup of tea, asked you what you needed, and then you’d dropped that bomb.

“My kids don’t need my permission to get married.” He says, taking a sip of his tea. But he’d be lying if he said that this wasn’t exciting. One of his children, getting married? He hadn’t expected any of them to even entertain the idea, but it’s sweet.

“I hope you don’t find me rude for asking,” he sighs after a silent moment. “But… I don’t believe we’ve met. Which of my kids are you planning on marrying?”

You seem nice, kind… normal. He’s having a hard time imagining you with any of his kids, any of his babies.

A spark of protectiveness flares in his chest- one of his babies has been in love with you for long enough to be considering marriage? What does this mean for the future? Will they stop coming around for good?

He shakes the thought away and gives you a patient look. He knows, distantly, that he’s scary. Many people have told him that his eyes are haunting, that he has a hulking frame from years of being the Bаtman. He doesn't want to scare you, but he’s protective of his children.