hi i saw a fic which premise was tim being cursed to be silent and no one noticed but I would like to apply to bruce?
I just prefer bruce angst
so completely up to u no pressure i saw u have a lot going on w schl which i hope all goes well, so pleas ignore below if need be
so he's cursed maybe on a mission with JL and they don't notice because they often talk over him/ ignored him/ tell him to shut up (drawing on older posts w bad JL??)
and kids have drifted, just distanced, some miscommunication maybe? but I dont think malicious...
i'm not sure if this making sense but overall no one notices, i'm not sure what happened to alfred
absolutely no pressure or rush, just if this is something you could formulate better than me
BREAKING NEWS: BILLIONAIRE BRUCIE WAYNE CURSED
Dick squints at his television. "What the hell kind of publicity stunt," he mutters, reaching for the remote.
Tim leans over his shoulder as he increases the volume, and snorts. "This should be good."
"Last night, billionaire Bruce Wayne arrived at his Martha Wayne Foundation fundraiser, the event of the year, and guests quickly realised something was wrong when the playboy was not his usual chatty self."
Dick frowns at the footage of Bruce at the top of the red carpet, silently waving from the top of the red carpet. Usually he'd be calling flirty jests back to the press hounds, but this time he just disappears inside with a wave and a blown kiss.
"According to sources inside the gala, Wayne also did not interact with his guests, and when came time for the host's speech, it was read out by an intermediary stood astride Mr Wayne."
"Way to tank donations this year." Tim leaps the couch, settling in beside Dick, and he lifts an arm to let his little brother settle against him.
"Yeah," he murmurs in agreement, brow furrowed.
"This morning we have Mr Wayne here in the studio with us to explain his actions, and give credence to the rumours spinning around in the wake of last night's gala! Mr Wayne!" The camera pans around, and Dick raises his brow, seeing Bruce and another man sat on the adjoining couch. "How are we this morning, Mr Wayne?"
Brucie offers a glittering smile, and raises his hands, quickly slipping into sign language. His interpreter flirts with the host on his behalf, and small talk slips by unnoticed as Dick scrutinises the screen.
"No obvious injury to the head or jaw," Tim murmurs, and Dick nods.
"So why the hell isn't he talking?"
"—crossed the wrong side of a witch," the interpreter reports drolly. "I was hexed to be unable to speak, and have been this way since."
"Fascinating," the host gasps. She pokes for details, looking for a scandalous seed to the story, the reason behind the hex, while Bruce laughs off all attempts, deflecting her probes with ease.
"Why didn't he just call the JL?" Tim grouches. "Causing a fuss for nothing."
"It's Bruce," Dick scoffs in return. "Who knows."
"You have to give us something," the host wheedles. "Why did someone curse Gotham's Prince."
Bruce stills for a beat, then makes eye contact with the camera. "Very well," he agrees, something severe overcoming him, the host practically salivating. "It's a test of devotion."
The host's eyes flick between him and the interpreter, eager. "Oh?"
"I upset the witch by protecting a dear friend that had incurred her wrath." A JL mission. "In her anger, she, as an empath, warned by dedication was unreturned by the person I saved."
"I knew B was rocky with the JL at the minute..." Dick bobs his head slowly. He hadn't realised things had deteriorated so badly.
Bruce smiles sadly, still dazzling, and shrugs, palms up to the sky. "No one's noticed yet."
Dick chokes. Tim spits his water.
"Way to make us look like arseholes. We saw him on patrol just last night, he could at least give us a day to unhex him."
"And how long have you been cursed?" The host presses.
The interpreter grimaces, but Dick doesn't need to wait for him to speak, not when he saw Bruce's hands move himself.
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