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“Let’s take a break,” Dick suggested to Bernard, tossing him a towel when he agreed. Bernard nodded his thanks as he wiped the sweat off his face.
They were working out in the cave, while Bruce did casework on the Batcomputer. Dick had promised to show him and Steph the move he had done to take down Ivy the other night, but Steph was running late and Bernard was impatient, so they were sparring.
Bernard lay next to where Dick sat on the training mats, pulling out his phone to scroll through Tumblr as he downed a bottle of water.
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WEEKLY REPORT 05 / 05 - 11 / 20XX
SUNDAY 05
Nothing noteworthy happened on Sunday. Routine patrol for the Bats, though Spoiler was noticeably absent. She hadn’t been involved in any major fights, so we can assume she was taking time off for civilian obligations or simply out sick. Whatever it was, she was back out on the streets Tuesday evening.
[Image of Nightwing doing a handstand on a rooftop]
MONDAY 06
Nothing noteworthy happened on Monday.
[Image of Robin and Black Bat eating Batburger on a rooftop]
TUESDAY 07
On Tuesday, Robin rescued Dick Grayson-Wayne from a kidnapping. The kidnappers were tracked down after their ransom message was sent, presumably by Oracle, and Robin arrived on the scene. GCPD arrested the kidnappers, and Grayson was able to safely return to his apartment. Robin returned to his regular patrol shortly after.
[Image of Dick Grayson-Wayne being freed from a set of handcuffs by Robin]
WEDNESDAY 08
Nothing noteworthy happened on Wednesday.
[Image of Batman standing on a fire escape]
THURSDAY 09
On Thursday, there was an Arkham breakout at around nine in the evening. Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, and the Riddler escaped. All other inmates were accounted for.
Riddler went dark almost immediately. He was not found until the following night.
Black Bat and Nightwing tracked Ivy to Robinson Park, where they were able to subdue her an hour later.
[Image of Black Bat and Nightwing fighting Poison Ivy]
Batman and Robin found Scarecrow in an abandoned apartment in the Bowery. He was taken down, and thirty-two crates of Fear were recovered and put in GCPD custody. Scarecrow was returned to Arkham, with only nine confirmed casualties.
[Image of Batman talking to Commissioner Gordon, while Robin helps GCPD officers move crates of Fear into a police van]
FRIDAY 10
Batman managed to track down and capture Riddler in the middle of preparing his trap, at around one in the morning. Riddler was safely returned to Arkham.
[Image of Batman with the Riddler hoisted over his shoulder in a fireman's carry]
SATURDAY 11
Nothing noteworthy happened on Saturday. Routine patrols for the Bats, except for Robin and Batgirl who kept an eye on the Gotham Knights vs Metropolis Meteors game until about eleven.
[Image of Robin and Batgirl, both wearing Gotham Knights merch]
onlyingotham
Only in Gotham is a week where: a beloved public figure is kidnapped for ransom, there’s an asylum breakout with nine casualties, and the Metropolis Meteors are in town considered a GOOD week.
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absolutely deranged city
fuckmetropolis
not all of us need a blue boy scout holding our hands. cry about it, maybe superman will come bring you a tissue. fucking metropolitans.
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Only in Gotham is following all traffic laws more suspicious than driving a big white van with a sign for free candy.
#i saw someone actually stop at a stopsign the other day #i emailed their license plate to the commissioner #i hope batman is proud of me
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[Images of Nightwing doing various acrobatic stunts]
Some shots of Nightwing in his element.
#HES SO PRETTTYYYY #nightwing
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do i have several wips i should be working on? yes. did i write another brucebats oneshot instead of working on them? also yes.
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#HOLY WRITING BATMAN #i want to print this fic out and eat it #brucebats #batfics #fic recs
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[Image of Bernard Dowd-Wayne roller skating, with Cassandra Wayne sitting on the railing behind him]
Oh my god look who I saw at the skatepark today
#holy shit im so jealous #them <3 #bernard dowd #cassandra wayne
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Bernard looked up at the sound of feet racing down the stairs. Steph ran over to the training area, flopping over Bernard. He yelped and tried to push her off of him, to no avail.
Dick laughed at him. Traitor.
Steph finally rolled off of him, lying next to him on the mats. They all sat in companionable silence for a minute. They all jumped when Cass sat down gracefully; none of them had noticed her coming. She giggled at their surprise.
“Have you decided what you’re wearing on Tuesday?” Dick asked her, once he had recovered. Cass shrugged.
I’ll figure it out, she signed.
Steph frowned. “What’s Tuesday?” she asked.
“It’s the day after Monday and before Wednesday,” Dick answered, laughing as he dodged her swipe.
“Gala on Tuesday,” Cass said between giggles. Bernard groaned at the reminder.
“Oh, lame,” Steph said, wrinkling her nose. “Glad I don’t have to go.”
“Lucky,” Bernard sighed. Dick laughed again and ruffled his hair.
“I’ll make sure you two are the best dressed at this gala,” he promised.
Already the best dressed, Cass signed, then struck a pose as if she were on the runway. Bernard eyed her mismatched socks and the ratty band t-shirt that he was pretty sure had once belonged to Bruce.
Steph’s eyes lit up. “Oh! I call dibs on doing your makeup!”
“Hell yeah!” Dick grinned at her. He bounced to his feet. “But I think I promised to show you that move right now, so let’s get to it!”
Cass hopped up, pulling Bernard with her. He let his sister pull him to his feet laughing as she dragged him to the trapeze and Steph scrambled after them.
Dick scaled the ladder, Cass quickly overtaking him and swinging above him. Bernard climbed after them, with Steph close behind.
They spent the rest of the afternoon practicing, falling and flying and flipping. Bernard forgot all about the gala. He had been to plenty, and they were never particularly interesting. He was probably going to nab as many snacks as he possibly could, then sneak out halfway through with Cass. If he was lucky, some rogue or another would hold the gala hostage and they would get to sneak out and save the day.
They collapsed back on the safety net, exhausted and exhilarated. Bernard threw his arm over Steph’s face, yelping when he felt her lick him. Dick reached over and yanked him away from her. They lay in a puddle of limbs.
Bruce wandered over, looking up at them through the net. He looked fond. “You coming down anytime soon, kiddos?”
“We are good,” Cass called.
“Alright,” Bruce shrugged, turning away. “Guess I’ll have to eat all of Alfred’s cookies myself.”
There was a lot of flailing as they all scrambled to untangle themselves and race down the ladder, laughing as they went. Alfred’s cookies really were the best.