A/N: It brings me much pride to say, LONG CHAPTER!
-Bruce POV-
Bruce truly contemplated faking his death after hearing the long tale of how a turf war over 'YOLT' membership had started in his home while he was away.
His children, demigods, and the young heroes all sat silently before him on the couches in the main drawing room as he paced, pinching the bridge of his nose.
After a long stretch of silence, he finally stopped his movements and looked to the group once more. "Everyone but my kids, go to the kitchen. I need a word in private."
The non-Waynes all began scurrying out of the room.
"Honorary Waynes stay too," he said, making Cass, Duke, Babs, and Steph freeze where they were before begrudgingly going back to sitting down. "Hazel and Leo, that means you too."
Both demigods looked both honored and terrified that they were included in the 'honorary Waynes' group.
Once it was just his children, he took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. He could practically feel it turning grey.
"Would someone care to explain how my children, who I know for a fact knew better, let themselves get so lost in this squabble that they not only outed our secret identities, but Leo's as well?" He stared them all down, but no one was making eye contact. "If it were someone like Reyna, or Jason, or Kayla, or anyone else who didn't have much interaction with the world outside of the camps, it would have been better— but Leo doesn't live at camp. He wasn't born in the past, or assumed dead after going missing at 3 years old, or anything like that. Not only does he live outside of the camps, but he runs a business, and is a minor who has multiple missing persons reports out for him. If someone from the media would have some how found a way to see that he was here, not only would it cause people to question our family, but it could have put him in danger of CPS taking him away."
"Leo, quick, run," Jason whispered. "I think he's about to pull out the adoption papers."
Bruce glared at his second eldest, shutting him up, along with the others who were attempting to hide their laughs. "This isn't funny. This is serious."
Leo glanced up at the man. "With all due respect, I feel like the bigger issue would have come with them seeing the YOLT jackets."
Bruce ran a hand over his face. "Yes, let's talk about those."
Nico punched Leo in the shoulder. "You just had to bring it up."
"It would have been bad enough for someone to just see jackets that said 'You Only Live Twice' across the front. We could just say it was an inside joke or something, but Nico can you please stand up and show me the back in your jacket?"
Nico groaned and stood up, turning around so that Bruce could see what was on the back.
"#DeathByPoison,LifeByLazarus," Bruce read before looking to Leo and gesturing for his to stand up and turn around. "Went out with a boom, but came back in a zoom." He gestured to Hazel. "Drowned in oil, dug up from the soil." Then Jason. "Big ol' bomb and a crowbar got me beat, good thing they didn't bury me deep." Damian. "It just says 'multiple assassinations' on yours." And then Cass. "Really? 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but same can be said for the things that do'."
All the YOLTers slowly sat back down, not looking at Bruce.
"I know for a fact that I raised you all to be smarter than this," Bruce said with an exasperated sigh.
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