Bruce loves all his children equally.
He loves each and every interesting personality from his eldest’s charming and childish behavior to his youngest love for the morbid to his silent princess and so forth.
He’s raised each of them albeit not technically from birth but he has. And while hes not the best father in the world, he tries his damnest.
Its also why, when one of them does something that would be labeled weird, he sees it as normal.
Its why today, when he walks in on Tim in the living room littered amongst a bunch of appliances and tools and parts, he’s not entirely surprised. He’s more disappointed because those stains are going to take ages to get out of the rug.
“What do you think you are doing?” Bruce asks and Tim stops to look at him.
Tim at least pretends to look sheepish. “Um, formulating a plan to rip open the space time continuum,” he says and Bruce blinks before glancing at all the materials and then back at Tim.
Tim, afraid that Bruce will stop him from continuing, immediately says, “It’s for school!”
Well, that’s good enough for him.
“As long as you’re doing something for school, then that’s fine,” he says and leaves his son to it.
Tim internally fist bumps and turns right back to his project.
His kids are perfectly normal and no, he doesn’t care what the councilor at school says.
His children are unique and Karen can quite, politely, shove it where the sun doesn’t shine.