Drabble: The Balance
Title: The Balance
Muse: Bruce Wayne (Comics)
Fandom: Batman (Comics)
Prompt: Balancing Act
Word Count: 409
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm poor. Don't sue me.
A/N: Originally posted for a Musing_Way prompt on Dreamwidth.
It's not easy being Brucie Wayne, playboy billionaire. And Batman, protector of Gotham. And Bruce Wayne, CEO and somewhat non-traditional family man. There have been times when he’s let one role take precedence, to the detriment of many he cared for. Or his city. Sometimes himself, though he can be honest enough to admit that's one he doesn't really think about.
The thing is, for all that he still sometimes falls into the same old trap (and then it is often the Bat that wins out), he has learned. He understands the equilibrium required to maintain the various aspects of his personality.
It's not that he's three different people, though sometimes he does think of it in those terms. It’s easy to think like that. And dangerous. He knows that now, so when it happens, he does his best to stop and reconsider whatever is meandering through his mind.
No, it's that he is a complex person who lives in a complex world, where the desire to simplify is powerfully seductive. It would be so much easier if he were just Batman, but if that were true, it would be very limiting. There are places that Batman can't go, things he can't do. To try to remove the other part of his person would be to hamstring the Bat. It would make him far less effective, and that would be unacceptable. It's taken him a long time to figure that one out.
Dick has said it to him a number of times: for the world’s greatest detective, he's not all that swift. Of course, Bruce will never admit that his eldest son is right. Not out loud. But to himself, he holds the words dear, using them to ground himself. When he remembers.
Shaking his head, he plasters on Brucie's painfully fake smile and grins to Damian. “Showtime, Tiger.” When Alfred opens the door, the youngest member of the Wayne family hurries out, as though he fears Brucie's inanity might be contagious. Perhaps he's right, or perhaps it's an inherited trait, in which case the boy is most definitely doomed.
Just for good measure, Brucie puts an arm about Damian's shoulders and gives him the full strength of his vapid smile when the boy glares at him. Having a wee bit of fun is also an important part of the balancing act that is his life.
Muse: Bruce Wayne (Comics)
Fandom: Batman (Comics)
Prompt: Balancing Act
Word Count: 409
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm poor. Don't sue me.
A/N: Originally posted for a Musing_Way prompt on Dreamwidth.
It's not easy being Brucie Wayne, playboy billionaire. And Batman, protector of Gotham. And Bruce Wayne, CEO and somewhat non-traditional family man. There have been times when he’s let one role take precedence, to the detriment of many he cared for. Or his city. Sometimes himself, though he can be honest enough to admit that's one he doesn't really think about.
The thing is, for all that he still sometimes falls into the same old trap (and then it is often the Bat that wins out), he has learned. He understands the equilibrium required to maintain the various aspects of his personality.
It's not that he's three different people, though sometimes he does think of it in those terms. It’s easy to think like that. And dangerous. He knows that now, so when it happens, he does his best to stop and reconsider whatever is meandering through his mind.
No, it's that he is a complex person who lives in a complex world, where the desire to simplify is powerfully seductive. It would be so much easier if he were just Batman, but if that were true, it would be very limiting. There are places that Batman can't go, things he can't do. To try to remove the other part of his person would be to hamstring the Bat. It would make him far less effective, and that would be unacceptable. It's taken him a long time to figure that one out.
Dick has said it to him a number of times: for the world’s greatest detective, he's not all that swift. Of course, Bruce will never admit that his eldest son is right. Not out loud. But to himself, he holds the words dear, using them to ground himself. When he remembers.
Shaking his head, he plasters on Brucie's painfully fake smile and grins to Damian. “Showtime, Tiger.” When Alfred opens the door, the youngest member of the Wayne family hurries out, as though he fears Brucie's inanity might be contagious. Perhaps he's right, or perhaps it's an inherited trait, in which case the boy is most definitely doomed.
Just for good measure, Brucie puts an arm about Damian's shoulders and gives him the full strength of his vapid smile when the boy glares at him. Having a wee bit of fun is also an important part of the balancing act that is his life.