Bruce and Tim’s autistic asses have never made eye contact with each other in their lives
Like an interviewer comments lightly on his habit of adopting kids with black hair and blue eyes and he says, absent-mindedly, “Tim doesn’t have blue eyes,” to which the interviewer answers, with great confusion, that he most certainly does, and Bruce suddenly realizes he has never once looked at Tim’s eyes without the domino on and had just sort of assumed they were brown, statistically
Billionaire brothers au
Imagine Bruce and Oliver having terrible insomnia because they had been kidnapped alot as kids, and had been in alot of danger. So, neither of them can sleep unless they feel safe, either surrounded by the kids or eachother.
Imagine after a long mission, neither of them have been sleeping during it as they hadn't felt safe, both of them just curling up next to eachother in civies on the long flight home without thinking.
It would shock the JL, as Bruce is always serious around them, and also because of how young they are (22-23). Also I imagine that Bruce has long curly hair which he normally has up, but is just scattered around him. So Bruce and Ollie just sleep properly for the first time in days while the team just try their best to stay away from them because they don't know what's going on.
Imagine after weeks of solving problems, and after an invasion from mind controlling aliens (where the whole JL but Bruce and Ollie got mind controlled) they just end up falling asleep instantly.
Or after one of them had a tough week they'd just comfort eachother like they've always done, one just walking over to the front of the other and wrapping their arms around the other and hiding from the world against them, both of them holding eachother automatically. I think it would just shock the JL, especially if it was Bruce who just walked up to Ollie and tucked himself against him, Ollie automatically wrapping his arms around B without thinking.
I just love the thought of Bruce and Ollie shocking the JL by acting like themselves due to knowing eachother for so long, and the justice league is absolutely confused half the time as they act like they hate eachother in meetings when it's just that they know eachother so well and both hate it when they act infront of others.
Billionaire brothers au
Bruce Wayne, Oliver Queen and Tony Stark were all theatre kids and could definitely perform so many plays and sing the songs perfectly. They all love Hamilton, Six and most musicals and have been to see all the plays during the first showing of them.
In this au Bruce and Oliver are like 23ish while Tony is 21, but no one else remembers due to how much they've done, so they're all gen z
You will randomly find them singing together when they're bored and all the batkids love it because they're great singers, definitely took singing classes together with other rich kids, like Hope(marvel idk her last name) and Lex luthor.
When at galas, if they get bored enough they'd hack into the system, turn on disco lights and play proper party music and sing to it.
Also it's a singer au, where they are all a part of an anonymous band named something dumb like Veota or something they started when they were younger (so all popular modern day songs were written by them and their friends) and they just couldn't be bothered to deal with more paparazzi so no one knows.
So one day the justice league comes over to Bruce's bc they need him for something and they're just singing together with a bunch of famous rich kids and they're just.baffled. so confused. And they just don't care.
Okay okay okay
But just imagine himbo no brains Bruce Wayne being absolutely positively adorably and flirtatiously giddy at being invited!
Finally! A place he can be smart as Brucie, donate money and it’s a competitive game!!! Also also hi Alfred!!! Look look I’m on TV! And I’m not even Drunk!!!!
He gets one phone call and starts sweating bullets: I should call Tim but I don’t want the other kids to feel left out 🥺
Other guest: how could you possibly know that!?
Bruce, smiling wining and bouncing a little: ….
hyper-fixation….
Guest : on six different subjects!?!
Bruce: I have like…. six kids your point? Also dinasours are cool 😎 (cannon he like Dinos)
The internet/Gotham/high society thinking about how he runs out to hide every time something happens, flirts but doesn’t actually take anyone home (they noticed) and is constantly scanning the room:
ohhhhh he’s autistic
The kids: … your not wrong… but they way you got there is flawed
Ugh. Can you imagine how annoying it would be to watch Jeopardy/have a trivia night with Bruce know-it-all Wayne
As a non-diagnosed Autistic person with friends that are diagnosed I feel I have some ground to say that Bruce is autistic and has a hard time communicating like me on some days. So when he talks about emotions they are private moments between him and his kid that he is talking to. Maybe it is not his kids is his co-worker (friend) from the JLA, Jim Gorden (friend), Babs (pseudo daughter),Lucios Fox (friend), Alfred (the man he thinks of as a father).
Please remember that no one person is the same and this is only partly my opinion and that you can agree or disagree with me but there is no reason to comment hate.
Bruce doesn’t know why Jason is mad at him. At this point, it seems to be an everyday thing.
Jason successfully integrates his way back into the family, making it possible for him to hang out with his brothers without being coerced by anyone. He comes and goes as he pleases and struts around the manor like it’s his home again.
Bruce couldn’t be happier.
So why is his second/third oldest mad at him? It seems like nowadays Jason gets mad at Bruce for breathing the wrong way, or walking too slow, or something completely nonsensical.
It all comes to a head when Jason confronts him in his office when Bruce was just finishing up some paperwork.
“What the fuck is your actual fucking problem?” Jason hissed angrily, slamming his fist down on Bruce’s mahogany table.
Bruce distantly hopes that it won’t leave a mark, but for now, he’s more focused on why his son is swearing at him.
“Hello Jason.” Bruce decides to start, giving him a second to collect his thoughts and mentally see if he’s done anything lately. “I’m afraid I don’t understand-“
“Bullshit! Absolute fucking bullshit!” Jason spat, cutting Bruce off.
Bruce’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly at the many curses directed at him. It’s not like he wasn’t used to it; Gotham is his home, but he just doesn’t know why.
“When was the last time you fucking talked to me?” Jason questioned, rounding the desk and jabbing a finger in Bruce’s shoulder.
This causes Bruce to blink, somehow even more confused than before. “I don’t understand. I’m talking to you right now. And we spoke yesterday.”
“No, you walked into the room looking for Golden Boy, saw me and said some fake ass greeting before turning and basically running away!” Jason swung his hands around, making Bruce lean back in his chair to avoid getting hit. “Why are you avoiding me? I thought… I thought you had forgiven me and stuff…”
“What? Of course I have! You’re always welcome here!”
“Then why are you avoiding me? You don’t invite me places, y-you barely speak to me nowadays…”
Bruce picked at the peeling arm of his swivel chair, peeling off a small portion of the black paint and ripping it into smaller pieces before dropping it on the ground. Alfred would probably make him clean it up. “I’m giving you space.”
Jason blinked, looking down at Bruce in confusion. “Space? Why are you giving me space- so much space? You're never fucking around anymore!”
“Well… because you hate me?”
“What..?”
“You told me…” Bruce says slowly, barely stopping himself from scratching at his arm in the tense silence, a habit Alfred made sure he broke. “You’ve told me multiple times how you hate me… and that I’m not your Dad.”
Jason gaped at Bruce, taking a moment to sit on the edge of Bruce’s desk, running a hand down his face. “Fuck Bruce! I-I wasn’t- ugh! I wasn’t being fucking serious!”
Bruce squints, his eyes darting around Jason's angry and confused expression.
“But… you said it? Why would you say that if you didn’t mean it?” Bruce asked quietly, his chest tightening like it does when he wants to cry.
He hasn’t felt this way in a long time. At least, not so strongly. The kind of feeling that you get when you know everyone around you understands something that you can’t. Why would Jason say something he didn’t mean?
Why did Bruce have to be so fucking stupid. He's supposed to be the world's greatest detective, so why does he always have a hard time deciphering what people mean? Especially his children.
“I don’t understand,” Bruce repeated, his eyes stinging as he flapped his hands before drumming them softly on the arm of his swivel chair, trying to calm himself down. “You’ve said it. You say it all the time.”
“Bruce-“
“All of you say it! You say that you hate me, so you hate me!” Bruce insisted, no longer looking at Jason, the study felt significantly smaller now. “Why would you say it if you don’t mean it? Why would you say something so mean?”
“… Dad…” Jason whispered softly, slowly taking Bruce’s hands in his own. Bruce hadn’t even noticed that his fingernails were painfully digging into the palm of his hand, leaving angry red half moons.
“Dad, if you think that we hate you, then why…?” Jason gestures widely, pointing at nothing in particular yet everything at the same time. “Why do you do this for us? Why are you still here?”
Bruce tilted his head in confusion. Not a single second of this conversation has made any sense to him but he knows this part, it is woven into the very fabric of his being. “Because I love you. I love all of you.”