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Good Morning, Sunshine

Summary:

Young Bruce Wayne doesn't want to get out of bed. But Alfred says he has to set a good example for young, newly orphaned Richard Grayson. Bruce decided to start listening to Alfred more when he realizes how closely Dick watches him.

Notes:

A short bit about Young DaddyBats for you guys paired with Baby Dick! Honestly, I need to write more young Bruce with kid!Dick. I love them, so much. Anyway, enjoy!

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Bruce dragged himself out of bed. His alarm had gone off, twice, and Alfred had come in to ensure he was up and getting ready. He was required to be present at the board meeting today, apparently. But it had been a rough night fighting crime, and all Bruce wanted to do was sleep.

Reaching the bathroom, his reflection jump-scared him. Yeesh. No wonder Alfred gave him a look. Grabbing the can of shaving cream, he filled his palm with the fluffy stuff and lathered it between his hands before spreading it over the over-grown stubble on his face. Just as he was finishing that chore, he noticed Dick, his young ward, peaking his head out from behind the door to the bedroom.

He beckoned Dick closer. Alfred had lectured him repeatedly the past few weeks to make more attempts at bonding with Dick. Bruce didn’t really know what he was doing; he knew he was in no way prepared to raise a child, but the kid had just lost everything, and Bruce couldn’t stand by and watch this beautiful soul turn out like he had. So, when Dick hesitantly moving from behind the door and stopped at Bruce’s side, Bruce reached down and spread the rest of the shaving cream on his hands onto Dick’s face. Dick giggled, turning away slightly. Bruce grinned back.

He motioned for Dick to climb up onto the counter—a feat he was sure the young acrobat could handle with ease—and rinsed off his hands. He handed Dick a comb, figuring it was close enough to a single-bladed razor for Dick to have fun ‘shaving’ without any risk of cutting himself. Picking up the actual razor, Bruce swept it down across his cheek before looking over at Dick to see him copy the motion. Grinning again, Bruce turned back to the mirror and finished shaving in short order. He grabbed a washcloth and wiped the excess cream from his face before turning to his young son ward and cleaning the shaving cream off his face too, after he made sure Dick was finished, of course.

Bruce went for his toothbrush next, but Dick gasped and asked for Bruce to wait. So, Bruce washed his face instead as Dick scampered off. Just as he was finishing his face routine, Dick returned with his own toothbrush and toothpaste. That was good, Bruce didn’t think Dick would very much like the taste of Bruce’s toothpaste. They brushed their teeth together; Bruce made a show of getting each tooth, and Dick copied him. When Dick was done, Bruce grabbed him under the arms and held him up and over the sink so the boy could spit. Then, he pressed his hips against Dick gently to hold the boy in place as Bruce reached for the glass so Dick could rinse his mouth. After that was done, he placed the boy back on the ground before removing his toothbrush from his mouth and copying the routine.

After they were done in the bathroom, Bruce asked for Dick’s help picking out an outfit for the meeting. Dick gleefully ran into Bruce’s closet and asked what the ‘vibe’ was. Bruce answered that he needed something classic but not boring. Dick picked out black slacks with the matching black jacket but paired it with a blue dress shirt. As Bruce dressed himself, Dick picked out a shiny pair of black dress shoes and a dark blue tie. Bruce decided the blues didn’t clash as he put his shoes on. When he tied the tie, he made sure to do it slow enough that Dick was able to process the movements, seeing as he was so invested.

After the finishing touches, Bruce stood up and gave Dick a twirl, showing off the fit. Dick nodded confidently in approval. The two of them then journeyed to Dick’s room where they picked out an outfit for Dick to wear to school. Which ended up being his school uniform, but it was fun pretending. Then, they went back to Bruce’s bathroom to finish getting ready. Dick seemed deadset on doing his own hair, so Bruce had made sure to grab the stool from Dick’s bathroom before they left his room. The stool allowed Dick to reach everything on the countertop without Bruce’s interference.

When Alfred appeared to inform them that breakfast was ready, he found Bruce standing at the mirror, coiffing his hair, with young Dick standing on a stool next to him, copying Bruce’s every move. Alfred watched in fond silence as Bruce finished his hair and turned to help Dick with his less cooperative curls. Considering Dick was eight years old and had almost no experience coiffing his hair, he did a fantastic job, and it didn’t take Bruce much effort to fix the boy’s hair. Alfred clapped softly when both his boys turned to face him. When he announced breakfast was ready, he followed Bruce and Dick down the stairs. Alfred couldn’t help but adore how much little Dick Grayson looked up to and admired young Bruce Wayne.

Notes:

Did I write something completely without dialogue? Yes. Yes, I did. Ngl, it got very hard to keep the dialogue out when I got to Alfred's little POV but I managed. Did anyone challenge me to write a fic without dialogue? No. But I felt like it.

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