I Don't Think That We, As A Society, Talk Enough About Gegg

I don't think that we, as a society, talk enough about Gegg

And even if we do, the conversation isn't usually about his hardships. Which! Btw! Make Gegg what he is. A failed coping mechanism

Jason has a life-sized cardboard cutout of Bruce Wayne in his apartment, and he argues with it a hell of a lot. When Dick dropped by one day and saw it, Jason convinced him of how cathartic it was. Dick brushed him off, telling him to find healthier coping mechanisms, only to go out and get one of his own.

Scary boyfriend privilege? No. Scary sons privilege.

Bruce who can’t go anywhere without his newly adopted ward. He follows Bruce like a sunny shadow, grin always in place.

“Dick, can I hold your hand when we cross the street?”

Dick, very sweetly, “No.”

Bruce sighs, but accepts easily. Some guy scoffs at that and asks Bruce if he’ll let his kid just talk to him like that. His kid. His heart hurts in a very good way.

He’s about to say something, but Dick interrupts him, his teeth bared full, “Weren’t you on the news for hitting an old lady with your car?”

Bruce freezing. Dick goes back to his gameboy. They hold hands when they cross the street.

It’s both scary and comforting how little he changes when he’s an adult.

Jason, on the other hand.

Although he refuses to admit it, he does follow Bruce around, too, when his dad actually has to leave the manor. It’s when Alfred says he needs sun.

“You signed a contract, sir.”

Bruce sighing, “I signed it when I was 4. In black crayon. Those don’t count.”

Damian gasped, as if discovering a vile fact, sending an accusing glare Bruce’s way. “They don’t?”

Bruce needs an excuse to haul ass fast and that’s how Jason ends up chaperoning his socially awkward, disaster of a father in his quest to pick up food.

He’s a titanic presence next to Bruce, glaring off whoever stares a little too long or too appreciatively, strong arms crossed and his eyes hard and sharp.

Bruce gently taps his bicep and he hates the way he melts. “Do you want the chicken nuggets with or without apple slices?”

“Without.”

“Jay.”

“FINE.”

Give Jason his “he asked for No pickles” moment. It has to embarrass Bruce enough to jump in traffic, thought.

Damian has his own league and none of them can really compete with it. I think, during parent’s night, he drags Bruce off to proudly showcase his gallery of portraits.

Bruce is very moved when he realizes they’re almost all him.

There’s portraits of Dick, too, and Alfred, and a comically bad one of Tim. “Damian, they’re very beautiful. Thank you.”

“I painted them with the blood of your enemies.”

“…Thank you.”

sleepy...

You know the fanon version of Dick Grayson as the sweet, silly big brother who's all sunshine and rainbows, hugs everyone, lives on cereal, cries on seeing a really cute puppy?

What if that is actually how Dick presents himself to the public in Gotham? Like, Richie, Dick's version of the Brucie cover?

He manages to avoid the sleaziness of Brucie's playboy reputation, and Gotham people are like : Oh, the kid means well, he's really sweet, and no, not a playboy like Brucie, it's like he never grew up... Air headed, of course, but his heart's in the right place... Someone really should be looking out for the poor darling.

Like, he triggers everyone's mothering instinct.

In the galas, someone relatively new to the scene says something mean about the Waynes in Dick's hearing and he goes all teary eyed, lips trembling a bit...and the Gotham elite descends like a swarm of vultures on the idiot who upset their darling...

Dick plays this for all he's worth. It's fun to let go and have others take care of him for a while, even if it's not really 'him'. Bruce might hate the Brucie mask, but Dick is rather fond of Richie.

And...if he is really upset about something, if he needs to break down and cry a little, have someone hug him and tell him everything will be alright... Well. No one will be surprised if Richie Grayson starts bawling in a coffee shop watching a sad movie or because his favorite rose in the garden died... And if any of the Bats ask, he's just maintaining cover, he is fine...