Father and Son (Batman Fanfiction)

Dick Grayson may be dead to the world, he may be Spyral's top agent, and he may never be able to use his real face and name again, but nothing can stop him from coming home for Christmas. When he heard the news that Damian and Billy were coming home, he slipped back to Gotham, sneaking into Gotham like a thief without any identification or reliable transportation channels. And now that he had a good cover, nothing could stop him from going home for Christmas. Dick was leaning on the first-class seat flying back to Gotham City from Rio de Janeiro, and turned his eyes back to the magazine in his hand to read intently. This article is the story of billionaire Bruce Wayne retrieving his biological son from the street. It is not news to everyone, but Dick must play his role well. A fat businessman next to him leaned forward slightly and said with a polite smile, "This is a magazine from three months ago. Even if it is about Bruce Wayne, no one cares about it anymore. Have you not read any gossip news recently?" "Well, I never knew that before," Dick replied, "but the news dragged me from the Amazon jungle back to the United States." "Oh? Can I ask why?" Perhaps because of boredom, the businessman seemed very interested. But Dick looked at him carefully and asked, "Are you a reporter? Or a business rival of Bruce Wayne?" The businessman laughed loudly, "Don't be ridiculous, few people can call themselves Bruce Wayne's competitors. I am his employee. Iron Knuckles, the purchasing manager of Wayne Enterprises." He stretched out his hand to Dick. "Richard Wardway, rainforest protection expert," Dick replied, "I have been in the Amazon for several years and have not had close contact with the outside world. I really don't know what the current situation is in the United States. The biological son Bruce Wayne found, he is the child of my cousin and my last biological relative. He invited me to Gotham for Christmas." In fact, Billy really did have a young uncle named Richard Wardway. He wasn't very close to the Batsons, but he did show up at the Batsons' funerals, and Billy remembered meeting this distant relative a few times. Unfortunately Richard Ward's passion for the mysteries of nature took him deep into the most dangerous places in the Amazon jungle, and his expedition ultimately claimed his life. Billy sadly told his family that not long after he gained the power of Captain Marvel, he went to find his uncle as Captain Marvel, but he only learned from the locals that his uncle had passed away. No one outside the world knew about Richard Wardwei's death. Billy brings back Richard's meager personal belongings, including his passport - exactly what Dick Grayson needs to start his life over in Gotham. Even with such a perfect story cover, Dick still couldn't predict that Afu would pick him up at the airport. "Afu, I'm very happy to see you," Dick said as he got into the car, "but it's already noon on Christmas Day. I thought you were busy cooking turkey or other Christmas dinners?" The corner of the old butler's mouth twitched, "Master Richard, you will soon see the reason why I am here." When Dick entered Wayne Manor, he was surrounded by a chaotic sound: shouts, the beeping of hot oil, the banging of pots and pans, and then the sound of breaking porcelain. Alfred's face turned dark, and he murmured, "Then it'd better not be my good china." When they entered the kitchen, Dick took a deep breath. It was a little weird to see Barbara kneading dough inside Wayne Manor, but it was certainly enjoyable. And seeing Damian holding a knife in front of a large bowl of stuffing and a large raw turkey was not good. Why on earth would you need a knife to stuff stuffing into a damn turkey? "Damian, just be responsible for stuffing the stuffing into the turkey. I will tie it up," Barbara said helplessly, "And dear, please put down the knife. You don't need a knife to stuff the stuffing." "I can tie the legs of a dead turkey!" Damian protested, poking the poor dead bird with the tip of his knife. Bruce made a strange noise from his throat, but still concentrated on the work in his hands - he was cutting vegetables for the stew. It was obvious that he had no idea how to proceed. This may be why Batman doesn't carry a weapon. He can't even hold a kitchen knife. Jason and Tim were huddled in front of the fryer for some reason. Dick could not think of a single Christmas dinner he had eaten in his lifetime that had involved deep-frying. Billy seemed to be the only one of the males who knew what he was doing, until he lifted the lid of the pot and without blinking, grabbed the entire box of sugar and poured it into the pot of cranberry sauce. He didn't even glance at the thing called a measuring cup next to him. "Mr. William!" Alfred said dumbfounded, "Be kind to Sugar." Billy just stuck out his tongue, "But I just tasted some, and these cranberries are really, really sour. Trust me, they have to be." He raised his wrist and poured in more sugar. Dick looked at Alfred desperately and said, "Why hasn't the kitchen been destroyed yet?" "Mr. Richard, you should also join the battlefield, and then you can be sure that the kitchen will soon be in ruins," Alfred responded expressionlessly. Dick shrugged, grinned and said, "I think so too; then I'll go for it!"? He came to Barbara, raised his hands and bowed exaggeratedly, "Excuse me, my lady, what can I do for you?" Barbara cast an extremely suspicious look and said, "I don't know, mince pies are quite difficult to make; I haven't forgotten what happened the last time you tried to cook for me." "Ba! How long do you want to hold this grudge? I was just a teenager at that time!" "No, don't play dumb," Barbara laughed, bumping his chest with her elbow. "I mean two months ago, when you tried to bake store-bought cookie dough and burned every one of them." At this time, there was a commotion near the frying pan. "Okay!" Tim said, "Absolutely perfect!" "And you really think we should eat this?" Jason said lazily. "Gail told me it was heaven on earth, and although he was a little weird, he had a pretty good taste in junk food." So everyone turned to look, but could only blink in confusion. "Oh my God!" Alfred murmured, "Fried Oreo cookies covered in egg batter." "Can Oreos be fried?" Damian's enthusiasm gave people an ominous premonition. "I've seen it at summer fairs before," Billy said with a smile, "but no one would make it at home and have it for Christmas dinner? That's an exaggeration." Tim was a little embarrassed but replied politely, "You didn't arrange anything for Jason and me to do, so we just experimented casually." Barbara wrapped the dough and put it in the refrigerator. "I hate to say it, but I love you, believe me, but the only thing we're missing is the fruitcake. No one but Alfred can touch that; the fruitcake isn't very tasty anymore, and you two will turn it into a biological weapon." "Then you let a man named Wayne cook!" Jason looked at Damian with accusing eyes; the ten-year-old half-ghost still had a knife in his hand. "Don't compare yourselves with Billy; he knows how to go out much more than you do." "And that little devil over there is going to kill a dead turkey," Tim snickered. "Be careful, Derek!" The quarrel was interrupted by Bruce's deliberately aggravated cough. "No fried Oreos under my roof," the head of the family said solemnly. "What kind of parent would give that to their children." "Don't be the spoilsport that steals Christmas, Dad," Billy laughed. "You don't have to fry Oreo cookies for Christmas." "Honestly, I don't think you would want it either," Tim said darkly. His expression changed immediately after tasting a little of his creation, and he immediately threw most of the remaining cookies into the trash. "Oh, don't be so spoiled, my little substitute," Jason patted Tim's shoulder and commented happily while chewing a biscuit, "It's not that bad. In fact, it's not bad. It's really good food for us poor people who don't have a big meal to eat." Jason stuffed his mouth full of cookies and tried to ignore Bruce's comment, but when Bruce looked at him with very disapproving eyes, Jason was so nervous that he swallowed the cookies too quickly and choked. "Water... Water..." Alfred sighed and handed him a glass of water. The chaos finally subsided in the afternoon, but everyone was surprised that the kitchen held up and the poor food didn't turn into an uncontrollable disaster. When the turkey went into the oven, Barbara washed her hands and picked up her coat from the hanger. "I have to go," she said with a little regret. "Although the process was very confusing, Bruce, thank you for inviting me to participate. It's great to see all of you at this time." She looked at Dick and said the last words, and Dick looked back at her tenderly. "I thought the Sheriff wanted you to stay for supper," Alfred said. "Because he volunteered to be on duty during this holiday season when no one wants to work," Barbara shook her head. "He always felt that it was impossible for our family to sit down for Christmas dinner anyway, so he tried hard to let others enjoy the family dinner. But I really didn't want him to stay at the police station alone. I made him think that I would stay here for dinner, so that I could give him a surprise." "At least until the turkey is roasted, you can bring some over," the old butler added. "Then you and Wayne will compete for the opportunity to carve the turkey?" Barbara smiled, "That's not possible. Instead, we should record the process of carving the turkey. It is definitely a precious sight worth leaving to our grandchildren." Then, even though Dami was still protesting from the side, "How dare you say that! I am a weapons master, of course I can carve a turkey." The old housekeeper nodded and said with solemn etiquette, "As you wish, Miss Barbara." It started to snow before the sky got dark, and even Gotham, the never-ending crime city, seemed to become peaceful and peaceful on this special day. It was a night of togetherness and family, even at a police station with almost no one around. Jim Gordon and his daughter sat on the roof of the police station, watching the snow fall on the silent Gotham City. The usually bare roof was equipped with some outdoor insulation devices, several blankets and enough food to feed a football team. "You really deserve the word 'surprise'," Chief Gordon said with a smile, looking at the food in front of him, "But you are too greedy. How can we finish it? And the leftovers are all left to you; I don't want to eat Christmas leftovers for half a month." "But you don't look too surprised." "I knew my baby girl wouldn't let me be alone on Christmas Eve, so I thought you would bring dinner over; but I thought you would just find a Chinese restaurant with delivery, but I didn't expect it to be so rich." "So I made some surprises, which is great. Dad, can you pass me some salt and pepper?" Jim reached for the bottle, but a hand handed him salt and pepper first. "Thank you," Jim responded instinctively, and then he woke up and was startled, "Batman!? But it's Christmas Eve!" "I know, you are still working." Jim blinked, "Well... I thought you retired?" "I won't retire." "I didn't turn on the bat light either." "I know. It wasn't my idea, Officer. I have a colleague who would like to meet you, and he thought tonight would be a good time." Jim braced himself, looked around, and said with disapproval, "You found another Robin? Listen Batman, I don't think..." "You're not welcome? But we've met before, officer." A figure with a bold mixture of red, yellow and green jumped out of the shadows along with the voice, as fast and agile as a bird. "What? You... I thought you..." Jim said in disbelief, "Have we really met before? Are you really the person I thought you were?" "Is it important?" Robin shrugged, "But to put your mind at ease, officer, yes, we have met before." "And is that Nightwing?" The tall figure wearing Nightwing costume is hidden in the shadow of the corner. The same streamlined outfit, only the original red part has been replaced by blue. The man's hair was as golden as the sun. "You can call him Nightwing," Batman said mysteriously, "It's the same soul under the mask." Knowing that Nightwing was Batman's inner pain, Jim didn't ask any more questions. He looked carefully at other places and found the edge of the feather-like red cloak flashing in the shadows, as well as the faint red helmet reflected by the snow light. Jim couldn't help but smile a little and said, "It looks like your whole family is here, which is perfect for the holiday. But I've met all of these people before, so who wants to see me? Nightwing?" "It's actually me, sir." Following the sound, a man fell from the sky and stood in front of Jim and Batman. He is taller and stronger than Batman. He is wearing a red costume and a white cape trimmed with gold. He is as solemn and noble as a god on earth. But the expression on the face of such a dazzling figure is as vivid and innocent as that of a child. "This is Captain Marvel," Batman introduced, "a member of the Justice League. He recently moved into Cochin City. You may see him more often in the future." Jim blinked again. He had also seen Batman and the Justice League appear together in Gaoqin, but those were occasional emergencies. As far as Jim knows, Batman has never been able to tolerate a being with superpowers appearing on the streets of Gotan every night like him... What happened? But Captain Marvel had already reached out and said with extraordinary enthusiasm, "Officer, I've heard Batman and others say a lot about you. Sir, it's an honor to meet you, and today is the best time to get to know you." So Jim smiled and shook his hand, "Thank you, it's an honor to meet you too, Captain Fantastic. Welcome to Gotham, I hope you will feel like home here." Captain Marvel secretly glanced at Batman and a group of birds scattered on the roof, showed a big smile, looked directly at Jim with shining eyes and said, "I will definitely do it, sir." (Full text ends)

Ti, who appeared last, was so funny, "Tim is Working Overtime"

Basically, I have to come here and review it every few years. There are actually quite a few fans who use batson as a meme, but this one is really the best feeling.

In fact, everyone in the Bat family can cook, but some people cook delicious food, while others only cook food that is edible. But it's really fun to see everyone in the fandom frying the kitchen together.

"I hope you feel like home here." "I will, sir." Because they are his family and this is his home

In 2023, I still want to cry after reading it for the third time. Such a delicate and soft article. Wow.

Woo hoo hoo. In the end, Shazam and the bat birds acted together. I was moved to tears. This article is really great. And it would be great for Billy, too, who would have a lot of family members and be a great addition to the Bat family because he's a super nice, good kid. What kind of ideal paradise is this?

I'm attracted to Madam's writing, and I really like Madam's Billy. Both in the form of a human child and in the form of Captain Marvel, they are both powerful. Human beings are stronger than the soul, but Captain Marvel is not weak either. As an orphan in his early ten years, he is warm and kind, and tries his best to help those he can. As a child, he is stronger than most adults. He also needs to have more self-control. Although he has experienced a lot since his parents died and lost support, he still firmly believes that there are many kind people and tries his best to help others. Even if he is bullied by others as a human child, he will not use his power at will. When he transforms into Captain Marvel, he is more tolerant towards ordinary people. This is what I like most about him. For him, even with the wisdom of Solomon, his short life makes it difficult for him to understand the hearts of evil people. I don't want him to understand those things. But just like Billy in the wife's novel, he will be frustrated and sad when he has the power to protect others but fails to do so. He will regard this as his own responsibility. However, he has fought on the front line of war many times and has forgotten that he is also a child who should be well protected. However, in general, Billy is a naive and optimistic little angel who rarely considers pessimism. Like a little sun, he is warm but will not burn others. The good education he received as a child prevents him from being as sharp as Jason and pushing away everything. Although Jason also wandered as a child, he did not live in a warm family before that. They are not as pessimistic as the master, even though their childhoods were very warm. In short, Billy is himself, but this is the little angel from before. N52's Billy is more of a kind who has been accustomed to the indifference of society at a young age, but he still wants to help others. Maybe he is not as gentle as before and will be a naughty child, but his heart is still pure and will fight for the lives of strangers (I haven't seen much Billy from N52, so it may not be right). Because I was dragged into the trap by the little angel Billy in the wife's novel (and had no intention of getting out of the trap), I paid special attention to the movie Shazam a long time ago. After watching it, I felt that it did not meet my expectations, but it was still very good. However, I personally still prefer the previous little angel Billy. And there are some small bugs in some places, but they are not too annoying. Some places are funny and funny, and some places are tear-jerking. However, the BOSS is an IQ type in the comics, but here he has completely become a bald muscular man. He does not consider the consequences and only wants to absorb Shazam energy. Moreover, he does not see how much his adoptive brothers and sisters like him, but they still duel with the BOSS for him, and the adult body The muscles look fake and awkward, and there are some minor flaws in the clothing, but the movie is still very good. Regarding Billy's psychological description, after all, he was just an ordinary kid at the beginning, and he couldn't win at most. When he encounters a BOSS and can't defeat it, he will definitely want to run away. The description of his family also has a sense of continuity, which is very consistent with the original work, and there is also an ability to share, which is also a very old joke. Overall, the movie is not bad.

The ending is so heartwarming! But put the ending in the first chapter, and the ending cuts to Billy's death. This chapter is a proper "posthumous photo" (hahahahahahaha, this idea is so evil, so evil)

In fact, Jason can cook, he is a homely artist (dog head)