bruce wayne tries to be a good parent

Anna Elizabeth Wayne was seven years old when she left Gotham. So was Annabeth Chase. Ten, almost eleven years later, only Annabeth returns. *** AKA, it's that 'Annabeth is Bruce Wayne's daughter' trope that I'm hopping on a few years late

When Garth asked Jason what phrases he wanted translated, the mer hunched down in the water and blew furious bubbles before huffing, “No.” Garth frowned. You already know how to say that. What other things do you need to be able to say to Bruce and Alfred? Of the speech, Bruce recognized his name and maybe Alfred’s. It made it feel like something was clawing inside his chest, knowing that he couldn’t communicate properly with this child living in his pool. Jason curled his lip back. I know human words. You really don’t. --- Or: Mer Jason's recovery from trafficking.

Danny flees the GIW, crashing into a dumpster in Gotham. Lucky for him, another being like him finds him. Jason is confused and concerned. UPDATE!! Chapters 7&8 are obsolete! New ending on the way!!

Jason never answers the phone. Not when it's Bruce calling. And recently, he's been calling a lot. Not that Jason can fault him, since he has only just finally appeared in the wild after having vanished after the explosion. Jason would never admit it, but he listens to every voicemail, reads every message, and rarely even chuckles at Bruce's stupid millennial memes. Though one concerning voicemail sends Jason barrelling back to the manor like a freight train.

Jason has figured out that there are two groups of people: the "Heys" who keep him in a bathtub with too little water and subject him to unimaginable pain every time they pry scales from his body and the "Assholes" who buy the scales. So when he's taken from the Heys by some Asshole, he's not stupid enough to assume his situation will actually improve at all. All humans, after all, are terrible--especially Assholes who wear demon skin and don't quite grasp how lost Jason really is. (In which Jason misunderstands pretty much everything about humans and Bruce is an asshole...in the nicest way possible.)

He’s not back with grandfather at the league of assassins. He’s not training with brutal, inhumane tactics that leave him battered and bruised, questioning his worth every moment. His limbs don’t ache and he can’t taste blood in his mouth. He’s not fighting to the death. He’s safe. He takes in another deep breath and wipes at his face with the back of his long sleeve pyjama shirt, feeling the dampness from his eyes. The bright blue colour and soft material is another ridiculous, yet comforting reminder he is safe. Back at the league they wore itchy shirts and trousers to sleep. Practical incase of an emergency, but not comforting in the slightest. At home, Bruce - and mainly Dick, subject him to bright, colourful and incredibly gentle children's pyjamas with inane prints and matching designs. -/-/- Or the one where Damian wakes up from a nightmare, and is coerced by Jason Todd of all people to seek comfort from Bruce.

Danny ends up in Gotham while on the run from his family and the GIW. He's on his own. Until a chance encounter where the Joker ends up dead and he ends up with a family. TLDR: Danny punches the Joker into traffic accidentally killing him and ends up part of the Batfamily as a result (Will be multiple chapters but ao3 won't let me say 1/? Until chapter 2)